Police inspector runs into brick walls and closed minds in rural England while investigating the murder of an attractive woman at the local country club.

Not a bad police procedural; it juggles the red herrings well, and Mills makes a good policeman. Unfortunately, all the characters are obnoxious snobs who one wishes would all get hauled in for questioning and beaten with a rubber hose. The romance between Mills and Bates is unlikely at best, and silly at worst. Finally, and most damaging, the climax is badly let down by character motivations going out the window (it almost seems like another screenwriter wrote the last reel) and not helped by dodgy special effects and trite dialogue. An interesting failure. I do hope British life in the 50s wasn't this desperately straitened, though it probably was.

Interesting to note that this film misquotes the Book of Ezekiel forty years before Pulp Fiction.