This post-war exercise in woman's-picture noir takes an Americanized adaptation of Maugham's "The Letter" and turns it into a second-rate "Mildred Pierce." I like Ann Sheridan a lot, but she lacks the potential for both evil and suffering that is necessary for this sort of role. The best things about the movie are Lew Ayres' worldly-but-sad divorce lawyer, Eve Arden's cynical-but-goodhearted divorced woman, and Steven Geray's small role as a smirking, slimy art dealer.