Under intense questioning, police asked him what happened to the mouse. He kept his cool. His defiant blank stare gave nothing away. Suddenly, before his lawyer could arrive, he started coughing. The coughing grew worse. At its apex, his beak opened wide. Officers drew back in horror. He regurgitated a pellet full of fur and bone matching the description of the missing mouse. The officers read him his rights. England slept safely once again.