“‘There’s more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,’ said the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry: ‘this paper has just been picked up.’
“‘What’s in it?’ said the Queen.
“‘I haven’t opened it yet,’ said the White Rabbit, ‘but it seems to be a letter written by the prisoner to—to somebody.’
“‘It must have been that,’ said the King, ‘unless it was written to nobody, which isn’t usual, you know.’
“‘Who is it directed to?’ said one of the jurymen.
“‘It isn’t directed at all,’ said the White Rabbit, ‘in fact there’s nothing written on the outside.’ He unfolded the paper as he spoke, and added, ‘It isn’t a letter, after all: it’s a set of verses.’
“‘Are they in the prisoner’s handwriting?’ asked another of the jurymen.
“‘No they’re not,’ said the White Rabbit, ‘and that’s the queerest thing about it.’ (The jury all looked puzzled).
“‘He must have imitated somebody else’s hand,’ said the King. (The jury brightened up again.)
“‘Please your Majesty,’ said the Knave, ‘I didn’t write it, and they can’t prove that I did: there’s no name signed at the end.’