The handwriting was palpably disguised.

The duke flung the missive to the floor.
"Fool! Is that all you have?
Tell me what you know, man, or I shall have you shot in the morning, immunity or no immunity! Quick!" "Highness," said the Gipsy, thoroughly alarmed, "this is how it happened.

My band was staying at the time in Dreiberg.

We told fortunes and exhibited an Italian puppet-show.

The letter came first.