I noticed also that as the King drank his speech grew thicker and Spitz and Fritz exchanged glances.

At last Spitz said with stern significance: "Your Majesty has not forgotten the test invariably submitted to the King at his coronation ?" "Shertenly not," replied the King, with his reckless laugh.

"The King mush be able to pronounsh--name of his country--intel-lillil-gibly: mush shay (hic!): 'I'm King of--King of--Tootoo-tooral-looral-anyer.'" He staggered, laughed, and fell under the table.
"He cannot say it!" gasped Fritz and Spitz in one voice.

"He is lost!" "Unless," said Fritz suddenly, pointing at me with a flash of intelligence, "HE can personate him, and say it.

Can you ?" he turned to me brusquely.
It was an awful moment.