The dinner party was a great success. Kate had made the reservation at a quiet restaurant by the river Thames. It was one of those restaurants which almost smelled of money. The lights were low, with candles and bowls of spring flowers on the tables. There were plain white tablecloths with real silver knives and forks, crystal wine glasses and large expensive white plates. The walls were decorated with old pictures of the river and glass cases containing stuffed fish. In one corner a wood fire was burning. The waiters wore black bow ties, with spotless white shirts and black suits. No-one spoke loudly.

Apart from Kate and Hugh, there were only four guests: Costas Clerides and his wife Melpa, with dark flashing eyes and a low-cut silk dress, and Hari Mazumdar and his wife Shantha, looking wonderful in a red sari and gold jewellery. Clerides was Greek, and owned oil tankers and container ships. Mazumdar had made his money out of call centers in India. Both men were seriously rich.

The food and wine were not only expensive, but delicious and perfectly matched. Soon everyone was relaxed and chatting comfortably. Towards the end of the meal, the men moved to one end of the table and were soon deep in discussion about Hugh's new investment fund. The women sat together and talked about fashion, books, films and holidays. Kate thought she noticed Melpa looking towards Hugh quite a lot. But maybe it was just her imagination.

They left the restaurant quite late, so it was midnight by the time Kate and Hugh got home. He immediately headed to the drinks cupboard and poured himself a large glass of his favourite malt whisky.

'Haven't you had enough to drink, darling?' asked Kate.

'I'm celebrating my success,' said Hugh. 'They both want to come in with me. If this investment fund works out, I'll be so rich I'll never have to work again!'

'Well done, darling,' said Kate, though her voice didn't sound as though she meant it. 'But you should be careful. I've noticed you seem to be drinking more these days. It's not good for your health, you know.'

'Don't worry about me. I know when I've had enough, darling,' said Hugh, and took a large sip from his glass.

'Do you know them well?' asked Kate. 'I mean, have you met them with their wives before?'

'We've had lunch in London a few times, but they only brought their wives tonight. Why do you ask?'

'Oh, I don't know. I thought they were both very attractive, didn't you? Especially Melpa.'