William Woolfolk writes efficient entertainments which owe everything to craft and nothing to chance while he neglects his characters who at least would be given the benefit of a facial expression were they to appear liver on television to which he also contributes. Anyway this one begins with the plane crash taking the life of the Governor of California whose widow will find 964,000 bills in a suitcase in the closet. From then on Steven Gifford, the friend of the Lieutenant Governor Cardwell who has been living cleaner even if in sin, and a former FBI man, takes over the investigation which has everything to do with the Syndicate which has managed to infiltrate all over. There are two scenes which will make you sit up -- a wife drowned in hydrotherapy in a small private hospital and the closing and quite hideous automobile accident which Gifford may or may not survive. . . . All in a day's work for a so-so evening.