I had made a second calculation in order to save the pearl.

I deduced the amount of powder necessary to send the gem through sixty-seven and a half birds, and my deduction was strictly accurate.

It fulfilled its mission of death on sixty-seven and was found buried in the heart of the sixty- eighth, a trifle discolored, but still a pearl, and worth a king's ransom." Napoleon gave a derisive laugh, and the other guests sat with incredulity depicted upon every line of their faces.
"Do you believe that story yourself, Baron ?" asked Confucius.
"Why not ?" asked the Baron.

"Is there anything improbable in it?
Why should you disbelieve it?
Look at our friend Washington here.

Is there any one here who knows more about truth than he does?
He doesn't disbelieve it.