A blonde picks up the phone and talks, making statements that sound like threats. Moments later, she is killed. The next day, the press is at a bar across the street from her flat. Among them is Paul Carpenter, who runs a one-man news agency, ever since his fiancee, Hazel Court, walked out on him for spending too much time with competitors like Adrienne Corri.
This movie aspires to be one of those romps in which reporters get to the solution of a murder before the police, trading quips with the girl who is tired of being the lonelyhearts editor and wants to cover real news. Unfortunately, while Carpenter maintains the lighthearted diffidence such a role calls for, the writing isn't up to it; he works in a constant fog, uncertain of what is going on or why someone is trying to kill him and how he almost succeeds. Miss Court is excellent. I can't recall the last time I saw her less than that in the miscellaneous roles she played.