This takes place in Dungoole, County Cork, Ireland where if ""confusion is good for the soul,"" God knows how you can clear your head. In other words, it's a little like Joyce Porter, a jokey item, thick in the tongue, that heads ""into the bleeding affray"" after a rapist has his way with a nice, Liberated American girl and then goes on to a succession of others. Supt. Keane does his best; a socio-psychologist contributes theory; the citizens take up protective gymnastics like the ""cross buttocks"" and on, and on. A nice line here and there but when Irish eyes are smiling they sure do it out loud.