a delightful little thriller open with trevor howard in his jag convertible and end on a dockside in liverpool . it all thrill and spill a the ex spy have to restart his career just a he get some serious r and r cataloguing butterfly ( how british be that . ) . trevor howard and jean simmons frolic from london to newcastle upon tyne to liverpool ( via ullswater ) he just be throw out of mi5 or something and and she and you guess it and be on the run and wrongly accuse of murder . there seedy dock and roll lake district hill and sheep and country pub and copper get lose and waterfall and a bunch of amateur cyclist and rooftop chase and and lot of chinaman ( do not ask ) and and it all very hitchcocky and hannayesque . and a smashing example of british noir .