'Listen to who's talking. I'm not the one who goes hobnobbing with gunmen and such.' Such is Bunty Felse's light-hearted reply to her husband's parting words of caution, as George is called away to London on urgent police business.
But left alone in the house, Bunty begins to feel depressed: she will be forty-one tomorrow and feels that, now their son Dominic has grown up, there is nothing left for her to do except grow older.
To shake off the black mood, she goes out to the local pub -- where a chance meeting with a distraught stranger proves that her farewell words to George were horribly mistaken. Caught up in a terrifying , situation, Bunty struggles desperately to hold on to the life which earlier stretched out endlessly before her...
