This movie stars Marsha Hunt as the wife of Paul Carpenter, who works in the Foreign Service. They have just arrived in London for his new assignment and she is beat. As a result, when he gets a call in the middle of the night that he needs to be at a conference in Paris the next day, she tells him to go without her. While driving in France, his car is stolen. Miss Hunt wakes to a newspaper article that he and his wife have been killed in a road accident. Meanwhile, he checks into a Parisian hotel. John McLaren shows up from the embassy to tell him he'd better come along with him.
This is a slow and poorly paced thriller. Neither of these two people think of calling the American embassy, and the reasons for these incidents only begin to make their effects on the plot noticeable after about 40 minutes of the 65-minute print I watched (the IMDb claims the movie is actually 78 minutes). Instead, the two of them wander around London and northern France, being frustrated by bureaucracy. The Maguffin for this movie is never named.
While the acting seems at all times competent, this poorly written story makes hash of any attempt to draw any pleasure from this mess. Director Gene Martel, whose career on the big and little screen seems to have begun and ended the year this movie was released, never directed another feature. That leaves the count at one too many that he did.