Meg's Casebook

Lately it had been so different, he stayed out late, went away for whole weekends. She looked for clues. But his wallet, his pockets, his diary, revealed no trace of another woman.

Then, flicking through a smart magazine in the hairdresser’s, she spotted him. It was a picture of a millionaire’s wedding ball. Tom was not mentioned in the caption, but he was right next to an older woman shiny with diamonds.

Was he a gigolo, a jewel thief, a married man? Carolyn had to know. She hired a private investigator. Now she knew. Tom had taken a second job, working as a bodyguard. As she walked home the shock subsided. She smiled, planning how she would tell him the whole story.

Tom checked his bank statement. His extra work as a bodyguard, and some very generous tips, helped him reach the magic total he’d set himself. Now he could ask Carolyn to marry him. Not one question about where he’d been. At last he’d found a woman who trusted him. He could never, he smiled, forgive a suspicious woman. And he never did.