After the act

I’m not a promiscuous man, and in seven years of marriage to Harriet I have hardly so much as glanced elsewhere. Certainly I had no straying fancies in Paris. But sometimes you don’t have to look, or even be receptive. The lightning strikes and—God help you—there it is. "Uncommonly intelligent and moving." Daily Telegraph "An excellent novel." Sunday Express "Beneath the surface of this beautifully polished suspense story the author has probed the intangibles of life, death and human guilt." New York Times