This one starts as a credible story of a satisfactory marriage between a successful career-man and his glamorous wife in their luxurious London flat - satisfactory but not satisfying.
It is all too obvious that his career comes first and last, leaving her feeling neglected and emotionally vacant, fondly re-living her adventures in wartime Paris. The maid, who could be an understudy for Kathleen Harrison, tells her that it's no use getting stuck in nostalgia, but she can't help overhearing her apparently talking to someone called Jeremy, and mentions this to the husband, who bugs the flat, only to hear the same baffling dialogue.
He decides to place her under surveillance - not so much out of jealousy as out of concern about a possible scandal that could affect his business. This does not turn up any secret lovers, but reveals that she can often be seen talking to herself, clearly living a separate fantasy life. So he has her sectioned... and this is where fantasy may possibly touch hands with reality, but the surprise ending cannot be revealed here.
It is all too obvious that his career comes first and last, leaving her feeling neglected and emotionally vacant, fondly re-living her adventures in wartime Paris. The maid, who could be an understudy for Kathleen Harrison, tells her that it's no use getting stuck in nostalgia, but she can't help overhearing her apparently talking to someone called Jeremy, and mentions this to the husband, who bugs the flat, only to hear the same baffling dialogue.
He decides to place her under surveillance - not so much out of jealousy as out of concern about a possible scandal that could affect his business. This does not turn up any secret lovers, but reveals that she can often be seen talking to herself, clearly living a separate fantasy life. So he has her sectioned... and this is where fantasy may possibly touch hands with reality, but the surprise ending cannot be revealed here.