This he laid down beside the other.
"Yes, they are alike.

This will be Arnsberg.

But"-- mildly--"who may say that it is not a cunning forgery ?" "Forgery!" roared the duke.

"Read this one from the late king of Jugendheit to Arnsberg, then, if you still doubt." Herbeck read slowly and carefully.
Then he rose and walked to the nearest window, studying the letter again in the sharper light.

Presently his hands fell behind his back and met about the paper, while he himself stared over into the royal gardens.