I CLOSE THE RECTORY door behind me. “Helen!” I call. “We need to talk!”
She comes out of the kitchen. “What is it?”
She follows me into the living room and we sit. “Did Brian ever teach at Myer College?”
“Not that I know of, Tom. If he did, he certainly never mentioned it to me. Why?”
“It may be nothing,” I say. “It may be a series of wild coincidences. It could be that I’m losing my mind.” Taking a deep breath, I say, “Or, it may keep me out of prison.”
Helen looks at me with confusion. The confusion is soon replaced by incredulity. “Oh, Tom! You can’t be serious!” she whispers.
“How can we find out, Helen?” I say firmly.
She thinks for a moment. “As a public servant,” she says slowly, “he would have had to get permission to take on any outside work. There’s a form he’d have to fil
