Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. A glance satisfied Jonathan that the turnkey was not aware of the prisoner's escape; and he resolved not to destroy what he considered a good jest, by a premature disclosure of it. “You are out betimes this morning, Mr. Wild,” observed Austin, as he put on his coat, and adjusted his minor bob. “Something fresh on hand, I suppose?” “I'm come to inquire after Jack Sheppard,” returned Jonathan. “Don't alarm yourself about him, Sir,” replied Austin. “He's safe enough, I assure you.” “I should like to satisfy myself on that score,” rejoined Wild, drily. “So you shall, Sir,” replied Austin, who at this moment recollected, with some uneasiness, the applications at the lodge-door during the night. “I hope you don't imagine anything has gone wrong, Sir.” “It matters not what I think,” replied Wild. “Come with me to the Castle.” “Instantly, Sir,” replied Austin; “instantly. Here, Caliban, attend to the door, and keep the wicket locked till I return. D'ye hear. Now, Sir.” Taking the keys, he led the way, followed by Jonathan, who chuckled internally at the shock that awaited the poor fellow. The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutely recoiled before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have looked more alarmed if the prison had tumbled about his ears. Petrified and speechless, he turned an imploring look at Wild, who was himself filled with astonishment at the pile of rubbish lying before him. “'Sdeath!” cried Jonathan, staring at the breach in the wall. “Some one _must_ have assisted him. Unless he has dealings with the devil, he could never have done this alone.” “I firmly believe he _has_ dealings with the devil,” replied Austin, trembling from head to foot. “But, perhaps, he has not got beyond the room above. It's as strong, if not stronger, than this. I'll see.” So saying, he scrambled over the rubbish, and got into the chimney. But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. “I believe he's gone,” he said, returning to Jonathan. “The door's open, and the room empty.” “You believe--you _know_ it,” replied Jonathan, fixing one of his sternest and most searching glances upon him. “Nothing you can say to the contrary will convince me that you have not been accessory to his flight.” “I, Sir!--I swear----” “Tush!” interrupted Jonathan, harshly. “I shall state my suspicions to the governor. Come down with me to the Lodge directly. All further examinations must be conducted in the presence of proper witnesses.”