The Bishop thrust his head out of the window.
"Drive me to Tothill Street, Westminster," he directed.

"As quickly as possible, please." The man turned up a side street and drove off.

Still the Bishop watched, only by now the hopefulness had gone from his face.

He had sought for something of which there had been no sign.
He dismissed his taxicab in front of a large and newly finished block of buildings in the vicinity of Westminster.

A lift man conducted him to the seventh floor, and a commissionaire ushered him into an already crowded waiting room.