It starts promising enough with a romance in Rome, a Russian ballerina gets sacked from the ballet for no obvious reason in 1938 under the fascist regime, and the smart correspondent Derek Farr is there to save her from the fascist hoodlums and wants to bring her to England, when she disappears. That's the first half hour of the film. Five years later he is a war correspondent in Teheran to watch the meeting between Churchill, Roosevelt and Stalin in November, but suddenly Natalia reappears at a night club in the middle of a brawl, and of course she becomes more interesting to Derek Farr than Churchill, Roosevelt and Stalin, but unfortunately she is mixed up with a double crosser who intends to blow up Roosevelt in his wheelchair, apparently just to keep the war going, since he is in the war business. The story and plot could have been made something of, but unfortunately, as a previous reviewer observed, there is neither a qualified script, direction nor acting here. Bogart, Greenstreet and Bacall could have made something of it with Michael Curtiz. The romance, that looked so promising in Rome, loses all credibility in Teheran, and although Derek Farr is good enough an actor, his main contributions here is to get more fights on his hands, since there are hoodlums also in Teheran. In brief, an awkward effort at an efficient thriller which only fizzles. It is mainly worth watching for the scenes of Roman street life and the exotic scenery of Teheran.