The Snorkel is another early Hammer film of the thriller variety, starring Peter van Eyck as Paul Decker. Much like a Columbo episode, we learn that Pete is the murderer first thing. His method is clever: he murders his wife by drugging her into sleep, sealing all the doors and windows to the room where she is laid out on a settee, turning on the gas, and then donning a snorkel mask connected to fresh air from the outside while he hides in a hole under the floorboards.
Clever, yes, but he doesn’t count on the tenacity of his stepdaughter, Candy, played by Mandy Miller:
See, Candy’s always believed that Paul killed her father by drowning him, and that her mother would never commit suicide. So she sets out from the beginning to discredit Paul and to prove to the Italian police that he is the murderer. Mandy Miller was only fourteen when this movie was made, but her height and willowy shape made her look more mature, and her character is a bit shrill and childish. Seriously, Candy has a full-time governess who makes her go to sleep at sundown.
At any rate, Candy proves herself to be a good Nancy Drew (as well as a “pesky kid”), figuring it out, and even almost exacting her own revenge against to the man who done her wrong by killing both her parents and her little dog Toto (I swear I am not making that up), but in the end she relents, informing the Italian inspector where to find Paul before skipping off into her happy future with her governess, a member of the British Consulate, and I’m assuming a new dog — perhaps named “Ol’ Yeller”. Or maybe “Benji”.
So what was the K.C. knitting while watching this?