Events seem to have unfolded thus: Mr Allason went straight from losing a malicious falsehood case against a newspaper in the High Court, changed into Rich Author's Casuals (stonewashed jeans, jumper draped over shoulders), drove to the airport, flung his arms around the fair fiddler, sat next to her on a plane, took a taxi to a "hotel love nest", went on the beach (where she took her top off), read a spy novel or two, and then came home with her.
Such behaviour required his intrepid stalkers to sort of follow him about, take lots of unobstructed pictures (including the obligatory empty bed) with an ordinary lens, and occupy a neighbouring lounger on the beach while pretending to read a Jackie Collins. Nice work if you can get it, but hardly James Bond.
The day after the story appeared, Allason's insouciance was explained when he revealed that actually he had split up with the wife a couple of years earlier, at which the newspaper that had been following him tried, rather bizarrely, to suggest that in fact they were still a devoted and happily married couple ("New Twist To Allason Affair").
What, of course, gave Allason away as not really being a love cheat was the entire absence of deception. Had he travelled alone wearing dark glasses and a frock, stayed in a single room at a seedy pension, disappeared each evening by Lambretta and been seen in cafes playing chess with septuagenarian male amputees - then we would have known that something was up.
This is why all the books and magazines that offer advice either on detecting adultery, or (in these wicked times) on how to commit it, lay the stress on normality - discovering deviance from it, or maintaining the veneer of it. "Is your partner suddenly available at different or unusual times, and unavailable at times when previously she was with you?" "Does he avoid certain places, like particular restaurants?" Increased sex drive is a sign, as is a declining sex drive. Or, my favourite: "Is there a new odour signature?" Make of that what you will.
In Biblical times, tell-tale signs included your husband sitting on the palace roof spying on Bathsheba bathing, or (if you were unlucky enough to be called Uriah the Hittite and Bathsheba was your other half) finding yourself suddenly sent to the bit of a battle where the most smiting was going on.
Today it's easier. Strange numbers on your itemised phone bill, odd charges on your wife's credit card statements ("The Honeymoon suite: 1 night. pounds 200"), breathlessness when he answers his mobile - all these are dead giveaways. In 1996, there are more ways of catching out a cheating partner than ever.
Yet, according to the surveys, it is going on more than ever: 60 per cent of men and 40 per cent of women will stray, apparently, from which you can draw two possible conclusions. First, folk could just be lying to researchers about all this adultery to cheer themselves up; or, second, somehow they are getting away with it, becoming extraordinarily adept at covering their tracks.
One male adulterer, offering help to fellow would-be cheats, suggests always keeping a beer in the fridge, so that you can rush in and take a swig, thus disguising an evening spent in a low dive with a floozie. He also recommends that when returning home from an assignation in the wee hours you should plonk a glass of water in front of the bedside clock, making it harder for your sleepy partner to see just how late you are.
So there you are, then - the new adultery test. Is there always a beer in your fridge? Where exactly does he put that tumbler when he comes up to bed? And at the moment of rapture, does he call you Ahmed? It could be a sign.Reuse content