James Brown -- no, the other one -- is at Henry Corden's lodge near the state prison, where they're hanging a man on his testimony. Brown is an honest man, and his identification was not certain, and he said so. But it hanged the man, and now another has confessed. Brown meets Merry Anders, the dead man's widow at the lodge, who's looking for a clue towards $160,000 he stole from a bank.
It's a well written little thriller, with lots of sudden turns in the plot that kept me surprised. The problem is that it seems to have been shot on the cheapest of budgets, by Edward L. Cahn. Cahn was, in his long career, a competent journeyman; give him a good cast and he could turn out a good B picture. This one looks like it was shot for one of the television anthology series that flourished in the 1950s, without sufficient rehearsal time to modulate the performances. The result is a movie that probably played the drive-ins. Too bad. It could have been much more.