"What conclusion do you draw?" asked the bishop.
Bradstock shook his head.
"Really, Bradstock," said the bishop, "I am surprised at you. If she is between Spalding and Lough, as I'm sure she is, an equal distance from her to Lincoln and from her to Spilsborough would place her about Boston, or perhaps farther north. Now, if on inquiry we find she is not near Boston, she must be near a decent road fit for motor-cars to Lincoln. Do you follow me?"
"I do," said Bradstock.
"Then if she is not near Boston, where is she?" Bradstock studied the map.
"I should say Burgh, or Warnfleet, or Spilsby."
"Right," said the bishop. "I am almost sure of it. For if she had been farther north, she would not have chosen Spilsborough to telegraph from in the first instance. What do you say to that?"
"I say that I am not surprised that you are a bishop, though I may wonder why you are in the Church," said Bradstock.
"What do you mean by that, Bradstock?" asked his lordship.
"Nothing, nothing at all," replied Bradstock, hastily. "I agree with you. What shall we do?"