It has been a very long time since I saw this extremely cheap, studio-bound, videotaped omnibus of alleged mystery stories, but it has continued to stay in my memory as quite possibly the worst attempt at televised mystery programming ever done. Somehow it managed to attract an extremely professional roster of star names, all of whom play themselves... that is, if they were really private detectives instead of actors (both Barry and Conrad are forced to intone that the cases they are now working on are the most baffling of "my career," as though they really work for Pinkertons). The solutions to these mysteries range from the simply hackneyed to the grotesquely obvious to the downright bizarre. Somehow Barry, Conrad, Fitzgerald and company managed to hold straight faces through all of this, though Heaven knows how. There must be an outtake reel somewhere in the world that is absolutely priceless. This show appears to have disappeared from view -- not terribly surprising in the wake of the American television success of true PBS mystery classics like "Morse," "A Touch of Frost," "Prime Suspect" and those stateside-produced Tony Hillerman adaptations, which make this effort look even more pathetic -- but if it ever does show up anywhere it would be worth seeing just for the howler quotient.