Faith writes me:
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That movie stuck in my mind for years. I don't know why.
Probably because it's so funny. Hitchcock always had comedy in his films but this was the only flat-out comedy I think he ever did, unless it was something silent.
In a nutshell, Edmund Gwynn is out hunting when he stumbles across the body of the dead Harry lying in the most georgeous New England meadow at the height of autumn. Gwynn thinks he might have killed him and tries to get John Forsythe - the town bohemian if you can believe that - to help him hide the body, but before they can someone else discovers what they're up to. Shirley McLaine plays Harry's totally unconcerned widow, and she and most of the other residents of the town realize that they all had a reason to hate Harry and might conceivably be suspects, and before they know it they've all - well, maybe you want watch it again, you say?
Here's another publicity shot featuring the youngest cast member, a pre-Beaver Jerry Mathers: