Lost for many years, this film has resurfaced. Although it cannot be called a hidden gem, it is diverting enough with a suave Donald Houston who has returned from Canada in hopes of picking up the thread of a wartime encounter with a pleasingly malevolent Susan Shaw whose eyes are forever trained upon the main chance.
The twist in all this is that Houston is an adept footballer, the ideal new member for a town's faltering football team - as he proves to be. His place is all the more vital as a will reveals that the team will inherit £25,000 if it gets into the third Division; should it not do so, then the money goes to a chiseller who also runs a night club (that staple scene of Fifties British thrillers).
That remains a secret (which surely goes against wills being public documents). Events move briskly. Even those without a taste for football can enjoy the fast editing of various matches (one of which takes place at Arsenal's old ground) - and marvel at the less-than-thermodynamic shorts with which players contended.
In some ways, it could be an installment in the Edgar Wallace Presents... series. As such, it is enjoyable - and makes one lament that Susan Shaw did not make it to fifty, a career undermined by grim events.