is a 1961 British comedy-horror film directed by Pat Jackson and starring Sid James, Kenneth Connor, and Shirley Eaton.

The relatives of Gabriel Broughton are summoned to Blackshaw Towers, an old, isolated country house in the middle of moorlands in Yorkshire, to hear the reading of his will.

To their surprise, the solicitor Everett Sloane reveals that they have all inherited nothing, except for Linda, who is bequeathed Gabriel's medicines and syringe, much to her amusement.

She proposes that he stay the night with her, but he beats a hasty retreat and persuades the imperturbable Syd to share his room.

The survivors decide to remain together in the lounge for safety, but Janet is struck by a poison dart, shot from behind a painting on the wall.

He finds another secret passage that leads to the now empty coffin, and then Guy also disappears, along with a small pistol he had in his possession.

Monthly Film Bulletin wrote: "Based on a battered Old Dark House story called The Ghoul, filmed straight by T. Hayes Hunter in 1933 as a Boris Karloff vehicle, the picture evenly measures the farcical against the frightening, and has a lot of fun parodying both the Hammer product and familiar Boileau-Narcejac situations.

Kenneth Connor and Sidney James are an effective comedy team; Donald Pleasence, Dennis Price, Michael Gough, Michael Gwynn and Valerie Taylor make unusually high-class suspects, excellently played; and for once this sort of thing – which is hardly original – really looks as though it has been directed.

But though Pat Jackson's wit of cutting and angle is first-rate, the film goes sadly off the rails with the late introduction of a new and badly acted character, and finally throws in the sponge with the 'guest' appearance of Adam Faith.

"[5] The New York Times wrote: "At one point in No Place Like Homicide, a giggling maniac threatens to feed the rest of the cast to a pack of starving mongrels.

The fact that a film of this degree of vulgarity and ineptitude should have managed a week's booking at neighbourhood theatres throughout Manhattan demonstrates just how acute the motion picture product shortage really is."

Carry On regulars Sid James and Kenneth Connor are among those gathering at a musty mansion in the hope of inheriting a fortune, but, as anyone who has seen The Cat and the Canary can tell you, the chances of a will being read without blood being shed are pretty slim.