"Your Majesty can get the proof—or see it anyway. It's there at Dean's Court."
"Dean's Court? What is that?"
"Where the police museum is, sir. The proof of what I'm going to tell your Majesty lies there."
This was getting interesting. "Pray go on," said the King.
"That bomb," said the man, "the one that was thrown at your Majesty the other day—all the pieces of it are in the museum now."
He paused, then added—
"They have gone back to the place they came from."
It was evident then, from the man's tone, that to his own mind he had stated the essential part of his case.
But the King, his brain working on unfamiliar ground, missed the connection.
"I do not quite understand," he said.