“ What’s in it?” said the Queen.
c] havent 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.
“Tt isnt 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
“Are they in the prisoners handwriting ?”
asked another of the jurymen.
“No, they’re not,” said the White Rabbit,
“and that’s the queerest thing about it.” (The
jary all looked puzzled.)
“He must have imitated somebody elses
hand,” said the King. (The jury all brightened
up again.)