When her brother, an undercover policeman, gets run down by a car, his sister, Maureen Connell, wants justice. Detective Inspector Anthony Oliver says there are no leads, so Miss Connell offers to investigate on her own. Oliver takes her up, with the understanding she'll report any leads to him. She quickly discovers that everything points to a night club run by the usual villains.
It's a cheap second feature that doesn't run a full hour, and director Charles Saunders can't bring much to it. He had had a good career, first as an editor, then as a director since 1943, where he proved himself capable of turning out good programmers, but this was his last credit; retired from the movies and television at age 58, although he lived to be 92.
This being the 1960s, the lingering remnants of the censor and film noir appear with a couple of strippers at the club who never show anything strategic.
It's a cheap second feature that doesn't run a full hour, and director Charles Saunders can't bring much to it. He had had a good career, first as an editor, then as a director since 1943, where he proved himself capable of turning out good programmers, but this was his last credit; retired from the movies and television at age 58, although he lived to be 92.
This being the 1960s, the lingering remnants of the censor and film noir appear with a couple of strippers at the club who never show anything strategic.