Jim was thoughtful for a moment, as this particular subject had been worrying him for some time. ‘I’ve learned a great deal about myself these past few years, especially during my time here in Singapore, and feel that I’m capable of doing much more than just mucking about with engines or selling second-hand cars. The plight of those men and women I interviewed has really struck a chord, and I’d like to find some way in which I could continue to help them.’

Elsa regarded him evenly. ‘From what I understand, there isn’t much help being offered by the governments for the Far East prisoners of war, or for their families. But if you really want to do some good, you should apply to the Royal British Legion. They’ve been helping servicemen and women since the previous war with all aspects of their repatriation. My husband was a staunch supporter of the work the Legion does, and I’m sure I could put in a good word for you.’

Jim shifted in his chair. ‘That’s kind of you, Elsa, but as the Legion is a charity, I’d still need to find a job that pays.’

‘Not necessarily,’ she replied briskly. ‘There are positions within the charity which pay a salary.’ She began to write on a slip of paper. ‘If you’re really serious about continuing your work with the prisoners of war, then this is the man you should get in touch with, and this is my Sydney address so you can keep me up to date.’

She handed him the slip of paper. ‘Write and tell him what you’ve been doing here and give my name as a reference – we’re old friends,’ she added with an enigmatic smile.

He felt the weight of indecision lift from him as he tucked the note safely in his top pocket and got to his feet. ‘I’ll certainly give it a go,’ he said, reaching for her hand. ‘Thanks for everything, Elsa. It’s been a pleasure knowing you. If you’re ever in England, you must come to visit. I think you and Peggy would get on well – you’re very alike.’

‘I’ll take that as a compliment, Jim,’ she replied, shaking his hand warmly. ‘And thank you for all the hard work you’ve done for us here. You’ve shown great compassion and understanding, and it has been a pleasure to work with you – but I shall miss our daily tiffin.’

He winked at her and settled his hat over his head. ‘So shall I, Elsa. Have a safe journey home.’

Elsa sat back down and gave a wistful sigh as he closed the door behind him. Jim Reilly was not only handsome and charming company, but he’d brought colour and a delightful frisson of pleasure into her rather dull life – and in that one silly moment when he’d kissed her on the dance floor, she’d dared to hope it would lead to something more intimate.

She smiled at her foolishness and finished the drink. Jim might slip now and again, but she knew he would never really stray, for it was clear that Peggy was the light and love of his life. ‘Lucky, lucky woman,’ she murmured as she picked up her bag and headed for the bar.