PI Richard Todd comes to Venice to locate a man who rescued an American flyer during the Second World War; there's a reward for him. It turns out he's dead.
Except that people take a lot of interest in Todd when the bleeding man who came to him saying he knew how to find the dead man, turns up dead himself. After Todd explains himself to local Chief of Police George Coulouris, Todd goes hunting for the dead man, and finds clues. It all leads up to the man's widow, a local nobleman, and a assassination.
It's certainly competently written and performed, but the real star of this movie by Ralph Thomas -- who was about to make his bones with DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE -- is the city of Venice, shot in its black-and-white glory by Ernest Steward. Steward had become a regular DP the previous year, and would stick with Thomas for a few years; this would lead him into the mirthful more of the Carry On films, and along career in which he was never able to distinguish himself again. Ah, well. Sometimes a steady job is better than fading glory.
Except that people take a lot of interest in Todd when the bleeding man who came to him saying he knew how to find the dead man, turns up dead himself. After Todd explains himself to local Chief of Police George Coulouris, Todd goes hunting for the dead man, and finds clues. It all leads up to the man's widow, a local nobleman, and a assassination.
It's certainly competently written and performed, but the real star of this movie by Ralph Thomas -- who was about to make his bones with DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE -- is the city of Venice, shot in its black-and-white glory by Ernest Steward. Steward had become a regular DP the previous year, and would stick with Thomas for a few years; this would lead him into the mirthful more of the Carry On films, and along career in which he was never able to distinguish himself again. Ah, well. Sometimes a steady job is better than fading glory.