It starts in Europe, where jewel dealer Douglas Wood buys a fabulous diamond for his New York store. Meanwhile, suspect Argentine cattle rancher Cesar Romero is romancing Phyllis Brooks, despite the disapproval of her aunt, Jane Darwell. The ladies flee Romero's charms aboard the same ship carrying Wood and the stone. Romero shows up to continue the romance. But is it more? And what does the odd assortment of characters on the A deck really consist of, between Alan Dinehart, John Harrington, Earle Foxe and Leon Ames.

It's one of those fast, breezy Twentieth Century-Fox B movies filled with twists and turns, and you never know who is what after the third time a character turns out to be something else entirely. I guessed correctly a couple of times by the way the movie was structured, but other than that I was pleased by the smooth operation of what I consider the best Hollywood B factory of the period. Sol Wurzel may have been considered a worse vulgarian than Harry Cohn, but freed of the politics of trying to maintain Fox's A movie division, he could turn out a fine, unassuming movie with faded directors like Mal St. Clair.