Bishop Honeywell was due to arrive on the eleven o"clock train. Luckily Martin Fry had managed to get a few hours free from his regular work and had agreed to drive Archie to the train station to meet his mentor. The two men now stood side by side on the platform, one smoking a cigarette and the other looking down at his freshly polished shoes.
“How long is he staying?” Martin asked casually, exhaling smoke into the vicar"s face.
Archie coughed and waved a hand franticly, “Really Martin, must you? A few days I suppose.”
“Nice bit of company for you then?”
“Yes, I"m sure we"ll have a good deal to talk about,” Archie sighed, secretly hoping that the Bishop would make this a flying visit and then be on his way to the next parish under his command.
“He"s a good laugh is Wilf,” Martin refl
