"You heard what I said."
"On one condition."
"What's that?"
"That you will take charge of it and see that it gets to its address."
"All right. Hand it here, you puppy. Listen to what he writes:
"Mr. Franz Hapsburg,
In his house in Austria,
"You wrote in the papers that the Italian soldiers are rascals because they kill civilians and wounded Ostrians. I want you to know that you are mistaken, because as you know the traitor was killed by a pistol that shot off Ostrian bullets by itself while it was in my hands who am not in the army. That's how our soldiers found the traitor already dead, the traitor who made signals from the church tower, so that the shells fell on the ruins. As for the wounded in the horspital I can asshure you that they were better off than me and you, and that they had guns between their leggs under the sheets. He who tells lies goes to hell and you will certainly go there, but just now I'd like to send you there myself who don't give a hang for you.
"Pinocchio."