"In another form" is one way of saying it has no relationship to the actual mystery the authors duly pumped out. This is something else: one of the most political movies Hollywood ever made. If you think movies today occasionally demonize big business, get a load of the Thirties:
They send a man to kill the crackpot bill, which leads to the ever-popular montage:
Note the dummy copy. They hired William Burroughs to write stories, and Gertrude Stein to edit them.
So, how do you kill a bill? Drink and eat with rich people while newspaper headlines fly around:
Doomed! Doomed, I tell you! All of them! The bill is killed, but the lobbyist takes a vacation and stumbles upon a town where the local cannery owner would love to open up the factory and make money, but no one will loan her money. Who's to blame? These boys:
She's all pluck, though, and a modern selfless woman:
Well of course she'll give the factory away AND work in it. It seems a little . . . Soviet. Especially when the camera pans the happy faces of the victorious co-operative factory workers:
Even Jeeves, tool of the plutocracy, throws off his quisling-like identification with his oppressor class, and puts his back into it!
Oh, the mystery? It's in there, but it hardly matters. At all.