I agree with other reviewers that this quite likeable, symmetrically-plotted, narrative, is somewhat spoiled by a number of plot-holes: the clearly wrong man being positively identified by the bus staff as the fare-dodger; the reporter being sacked for accurately reporting the outcome of a fairly trivial court-case; the implausible 'heavies' inexplicably knowing where to intercept the equally implausible blackmailers; the 'comedy' muscle, Freddie Mills, instructed to overpower the lookout, rather than the one with the cash; the other heavy attacking the driver during the getaway; the bus conductor recognising Kenneth Griffith (Clarke the clerk) as the fare-dodger despite identifying Ballard Berkley as the one in the courtroom earlier; Griffith then blindly running into the road, as if he was a murderer on the run, rather than scarpering down a side street; and so on. Never mind, it passed an hour, and you get what you pay for.