NOTE: This is the last and final part of the the story, if you want to read the story, start from part 1 !
I visited the gym on wednesday and Thursday, but on all days, it looked as if Mr Bose was too tired for any nocturnal activity. I became quite pally with Maria the secretary and noted that she did indeed have a ring on her finger, but it wasnt a butterfly on the crown, but a cobras head. I could see how Mrs Bose could mistake it as the color scheme was the same. It would be interesting to find out how Maria got that, but I left that for another day.
On Thursday, as I was leaving the Gym with Mr Bose and Maria, Mr Bose invited me to his anniversary bash on Friday. So that is the family function Mrs Bose had mentioned, I noted. The Case had suddenly lost a lot of weight.
I told him that I would look through my appointments and get back to him.
That evening, I reported to Mrs Bose that I still hadnt got the evidence and she needed to wait. She wasnt happy at all, insinuating that I hadn’t done any work and refusing to pay unless I got something. The problem was I couldn’t conclusively prove the case, one way or the other.
On Friday Morning, I reasoned that I wasn’t even going to get paid for my work, so may as well enjoy the party. So I called Maria and asked her if she would be my date for the party. She accepted after a few umms and ahhs and checking her schedule (which probably didn’t exist). Women always need to show that they are not desperate. She then told me how to get to Mr Bose’ house. I patiently listened. She sounded positive overall. Maybe this case would be of some use personally.
I reached Mr Bose’s house half an hour late, which is my habit, as I like to make an entrance. As the door was opened by the driver, a happy scene danced before my eyes.
Mr and Mrs Bose were arm in arm happily talking to the guests. Mrs Bose in a pink ball-gown with glitters, which made her look even more attractive and Mr Bose in a
suit, you know the type they wear in GodFather. Around Mr Bose’s waist was a cummerbund, but if you looked closely you could see that the buckle of the trouser was open.
Most importantly, on the ring finger of the right hand Mrs Bose was sporting a beautiful diamond ring, with a crown in the shape of a butterfly.
Mrs Bose avoided me for most of the party. She finally confronted me as I was leaving the restroom.
“I was a bit shocked to see you here” she said , “but I heard my husband invited you, I guessed you met him during your investigation” she said.
For once a correct deduction, I thought.
“I think everything is fine now” she continued slipping me a cheque.
“you know how I know?” she asked as she walked away.
“on Monday he forgot to buy my Karela”.
Or was it the diamond ring? I was about to ask, but you know what they say… never bite the hand that feeds you.