"Each to his trade, my lord. No doubt she would make a precious poor hand of a sermon, now," answered the Inspector solemnly, "or at detecting the flaws in a— syllogism, was it?"
"Possibly, possibly; but certainly not so bad in her way as flying is in mine."
The Inspector, however, was pertinacious, and refused to allow the Bishop to change the subject. "You still haven't given me your opinion, my lord. Do you think that someone did kill Furnace in those few minutes?"
The prelate smiled blandly. "Well, well, that's a difficult decision. What do you think of Bastable?"
The Inspector was momentarily baffled by the twistings of the other's mind. "Bastable? Oh, he's very hard-working and respected. Been the police surgeon for years. Very well liked locally."
"A worthy man, yes, certainly.
