Stanley Holloway is a busker. He finds a wallet with two hundred pounds and some papers in the street, he consults with Leslie Dwyer. Because it would be suspicious if he turned up with that much money, he hides the wallet, puts the money in an envelope -- less twenty quid for Dwyer's consultation -- and turns it in to the police. He expects the sum will be untraceable and he will keep what is for him a fortune. However, when he uses the information in the wallet to visit Natasha Parry, whose father has turned up dead, he begins to attract attention: not only from the police, but from the murderer.
It's directed by Gordon Parry from a Simenon novel. Besides being Natasha Parry's, Mr. Parry was a former actor who rose to directing second features in the 1940s. None of them were particularly distinguished, but this one has Holloway playing a down-at-his-heels classical actor. He growls, he speaks in orotund tones, he schemes, and he keeps getting knocked on the head and sent to hospital. Holloway plays it big, and he's a delight.
