"She sends telegrams from our Spilsborough post-office, does she not?"
"Yes," said Bradstock.
"Then some one should watch the post-office for her messenger. It seems probable that you would know him, as she is not likely to confide in strangers. Who can say that the very man she has married does not send them?"
That was easily disposed of, for, to Bradstock's certain knowledge, all the lovers were in town when the last wires came.
"Well, I suggest you watch the post-office," said the bishop. "It is, I opine, a perfectly legitimate thing to do."
Bradstock objected that she mightn't send any more for weeks.
A brilliant idea struck the bishop.
"Send her one which requires an answer, Bradstock."
"Where to?" asked Bradstock.
"Tut, tut!" said the bishop, "how foolish of me. Stay, I have it. Put something in the Times which requires an answer."