"Well, there's only one possible appointment for that place, and that is Wistons."
"Wistons?" repeated Ronder.
"Yes, yes," said Foster impatiently, "the author of The New Apocalypse--the rector of St. Edward's, Hawston."
Ronder remembered. "A stranger?" he said. "I thought that it would have to be some one in the diocese."
Foster did not hear him. "I've been waiting for this--to get Wistons here --for years," he said. "A wonderful man--a great man. He'll wake the place up. We must have him. As to local men, the more strangers we let in here the better."
"Brandon said something about a man called Forsyth--Rex Forsyth?"
Foster smiled grimly. "Yes--he would," he said, "that's just his kind of appointment. Well, if he tries to pull that through there'll be such a battle as this place has never seen."
Ronder said slowly. "I like your idea of Wistons. That sounds interesting."
Foster looked at him with a new intensity.
"Would you help me about that?" he asked.