Robert Shaw kidnaps the child of a wealthy industrialist and stashes the kid in a rented house. He then just walks into the boy's family home and lays out his terms to the boy's father. 50,000 pounds in cash and no calling the police. Of course the police are called and headed by John Gregson put in a quick appearance. They are about to haul Shaw off to jail for a bit of third degree when he pulls out his ace in the hole. Shaws tells them that he has left the boy in a locked room with a time bomb. If he does not get the cash and then allowed on a flight to Rio, the boy will die. They have till ten the next morning to decide. The father loses his temper and supplies several right hands to Shaw. Shaw goes down in a heap smashing his head in on the fireplace. Of course Shaw dies without telling them where the boy is. Now how do they find the boy? It is the old race against time routine. It works though as they track down every possible clue before rescuing the boy in the nick of time. Nice cameo bit by William Hartnel as Shaw's father. Decent time-waster. (b/w)
Review of Tomorrow at Ten
