There are two things memorable about this crime drama. The first is Laurence Harvey's hair - two or three tubs of Brylcream? The second is - as always - Kathleen Byron's eyes. She can smile all she likes but those eyes always look they are about to impale you, violently, on a nearby rusty nail! Actually, as this film unfolds it proves distinctly possible that the former may well end up a victim of the latter as he and his partner-in-crime "Marcon" (Sydney Tafler) take refuge at her stately pile whilst on the run from the police. Harvey ("Freddie") is a cocky young man who panics during a jewel robbery and he kills an innocent man. Now the two must flee the pursuing constabulary and slowly but surely begin to mistrust one another - a situation that comes to an head as Miss Byron ("Josephine") discovers the identity of their victim. Lewis Gilbert assembles a decent supporting cast - Dora Bryan and Tafler's regular screen pal Harry Fowler to keep this rather less predictable and more interesting than many of the genre. There is a bit of scope for characterisation and the story has a twist at the end that adds a certain element of just desserts too. Rarely seen nowadays, but worth a watch.