When Mario fled from home after a jealous quarrel with his wife, he'd believed himself to be a murderer. His only thought was to lose himself in the city, to hide. Chance had brought him to a cheap rooming house, owned by Anna Bartok who was only a few years older than Mario's wife, and who had given him a job working as janitor. As the days passed, she watched him curiously with a strong attraction, and a hope in her heart that he would stick around...