For those of us who cannot get enough of this era of film-making, or of the English of yore, or the impeccable acting talents of British actors, this movie works its magic. As a script, it is a reworking of so many in which a man finds himself facing a jury after a series of mishaps. At the dénouement, the viewer is left to reason for himself what happens because the concluding few minutes of the storyline are a complete muddle. Even the newspaper headline, which is supposed to enlighten the viewer, is cut off at the right-hand side where the operative words are printed. The title is no less abstruse than the ending and can only be guessed by applying a metaphor of one's choosing. For this confusion and for all its ordinariness, the noir-style photography, the acting, the brisk pace of it all, makes the film an enjoyable treat.