A man and a woman are poisoned. The woman dies, but the man survives. The finger of blame begins to point at the man. A policeman and a newspaper journalist pursue the truth.
Usually, these little British B-movies contain a host of wonderful supporting role performances, which are by-and-large the reason for watching. Sadly this example of mid-fifties 'wodunnit' cinema is almost entirely without merit, suffering from unimaginative scripting, cardboard leads (Rona Anderson is particularly two-dimensional) and clunky supporting cast (Kenneth Kent as Dr. Cole and Hélène Burls as housekeeper Mrs. James appear to have wandered in from a pantomime). The convoluted plot tries to throw suspicion on any number of the local population, but by the denouement the viewer has long-since stopped caring.
Only Joan Hickson and a hilarious cameo from Dandy Nichols offer any respite, with Hickson's dotty Miss Edinger juggling her dachshund Putzi and Nichols' waitress stomping around the obligatory café, crossing out items on the menu - "Beans is orf"!
Usually, these little British B-movies contain a host of wonderful supporting role performances, which are by-and-large the reason for watching. Sadly this example of mid-fifties 'wodunnit' cinema is almost entirely without merit, suffering from unimaginative scripting, cardboard leads (Rona Anderson is particularly two-dimensional) and clunky supporting cast (Kenneth Kent as Dr. Cole and Hélène Burls as housekeeper Mrs. James appear to have wandered in from a pantomime). The convoluted plot tries to throw suspicion on any number of the local population, but by the denouement the viewer has long-since stopped caring.
Only Joan Hickson and a hilarious cameo from Dandy Nichols offer any respite, with Hickson's dotty Miss Edinger juggling her dachshund Putzi and Nichols' waitress stomping around the obligatory café, crossing out items on the menu - "Beans is orf"!