mysteriously. "Mr. Giles, are you a Protestant?"
"Yes, sir, I hope so," faltered Mr. Giles, who had turned very pale.
"And what are you, boy?" said the doctor, turning sharply upon Brittles.
"Lord bless me, sir!" replied Brittles, starting violently; "I'm the same as Mr. Giles, sir."
"Then tell me this," said the doctor, fiercely, "both of you—both of you; are you going to take upon yourselves to swear that that boy up stairs is the boy that was put through the little window last night? Out with it! Come; we are prepared for you."
The doctor, who was universally considered one of the best-tempered creatures on earth, made this demand in such a dreadful tone of anger, that Giles and Brittles, who were considerably muddled by ale and excitement, stared at each other in a state of stupefaction.
"Pay attention to the reply, constable, will you?" said the doctor, shaking his forefinger
