I have something to confide in you. I think my husband, Dave, might be having an affair.

I found an earring in his pocket, and it's not mine. I'm also worried because some jewellery was recently stolen from an old woman - and Dave used to visit her a lot. You see, he's a pastor. And a good man. I can't believe he's guilty of anything, but why won't he tell me where he's been when he comes home so late?