The morning dawned through the eastern window of the library, as Stapleton finished his statement, and old Borfield his second cup of coffee. The latter now suggested that all the persons in the house should be rigidly examined, and the depositions of Abel and the earth-stopper formally prepared. The whole of the household, as well as the two last-mentioned worthies, were then called in; and after a few questions had been put to the domestics in a body, it came out, that somebody had heard Sam say, before he went to bed, that the poacher's dog had burst into the Wainscot-room when he (Sam) went up to call the young 'squire down to supper. Sam, upon being questioned, prevaricated and became confused. Perceiving this, Stapleton inquired for Martin. “He ha'n't left his room yet, sir,” said Sam; “I'll step and call him.” “No, no!” exclaimed Borfield; “by no means: stay you there, and let the constable go for him.” “I forgot to say,” said Abel, “that Master Martin did certainly condescend to be beadle over the prisoner while I took needful refreshment.” “Then you ought to be whipped for suffering him to do so,” quoth Borfield. “Mr. Stapleton, this begins to be serious,” continued he;--Stapleton turned pale as he proceeded, and now wished he had not sent for his brother magistrate;--“the youth's your son; but it is our duty, in such an investigation as this, to pay no respect to persons.--And so, when you returned,” he added, turning to the constable again, “the bird was flown, was he?” “I will be judged by any man here, if I said so!” replied Abel. “Saul and I had some chat after my return; he was there, and, seemingly, safe enough; but the cord must have been cut by somebody while I was away.” “And who did you find in the room besides Saul?” was the next question put by old Borfield. “Sam ran against me, as I went up over the stairs, and the young 'squire did the like, more disagreeably, just after I had crossed the threshold.” Borfield shook his head, and said to Sam,--“Young man, consider yourself in custody; and, constable, fetch down Master Martin Stapleton;--it is strange, amidst all this uproar, he has not made his appearance!”