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"There's more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty," said

the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; "this paper has

just been picked up."

"What's in it?" said the Queen.

"I haven't opened it yet," said the White Rabbit, "but it seems

to be a letter, written by the prisoner to-to somebody."

"It must have been that," said the King, "unless it was written

to nobody, which isn't usual, you know."

"Who is it directed to?" said one of the jurymen.

"It isn't directed at all," said the White Rabbit; "in fact,

there's nothing written on the outside." He unfolded the paper as

he spoke, and added "It isn't a letter, after all: it's a set of

verses."

"Are they in the prisoner's handwriting?" asked another of the

jurymen.

"No, they're not," said the White Rabbit, "and that's the

queerest thing about it." (The jury all looked puzzled.)

"He must have imitated somebody else's hand," said the King. (The

jury all brightened up again.)