“If your majesty will be kind enough to open this casket they will be supplied.”
“Certainly; but I shall require a key for that.”
“It only depends on yourself, sire, to have one. Deign to remove it from the neck of this turtle-dove, which has just brought it you.”
Louis Philippe unfastened a ribbon that held a small rusty key, with which he hastened to unlock the coffer.
The first thing that caught the king’s eye was a parchment, on which he read the following statement:
This day, the 6th June, 1786,
This iron box, containing six handkerchiefs, was placed among the roots of an orange-tree by me, Balsamo, Count of Cagliostro, to serve in performing an act of magic, which will be executed on the same day sixty years hence before Louis Philippe of Orleans and his family.
“There is decidedly witchcraft about this,” the king said, more and more amazed. “Nothing is wanting, for the seal and signature of the celebrated sorcerer are placed at the foot of this statement, which, Heaven pardon me, smells strongly of sulphur.”
At this jest, the audience began to laugh.
“But,” the king added, taking out of the box a carefully sealed packet, “can the handkerchiefs by possibility be in this?”