CHAPTER III.
John Thorndyke opened the shutters of the parlor window, and stepped out into the garden alone, for the Rector was too unnerved and shattered to go out with him, but threw himself on the sofa, completely prostrated.
Half an hour later the Squire re-entered the room.

The morning was just beginning to break.

Mr.Bastow raised his head and looked sadly at him.
"I can see no way out of it, old friend.

Were it not that he is in charge of the constable, I should have said that your only course was to aid your son to escape; but Knapp is a shrewd fellow as well as an honest one.

You cannot possibly get your son away without his assistance, for he is handcuffed to the bed, and Knapp, in so serious a matter as this, would not, I am sure, lend himself to an escape.