"Yes, yes, I know! Go on!" the other said, pausing for a moment in his rocking.
"I was to have left England first with my portion. I could not get away. Everyone is searched for letters and papers at Tilbury. I devised a scheme and we tested it, but it failed."
"How? It failed?" the other cried.
"With no detriment to the success of our mission, Your Majesty."
"Explain! What was your stratagem?"
"I cut a piece of the lining from a handbag and in this I wrapped a perfectly harmless letter addressed to an English shipping agent in Rotterdam. I then pasted the fragment of the lining back in its place in the bottom of the bag. Grundt gave the bag to one of our number as an experiment to see if it would elude the vigilance of the English police."
A light of interest was growing in the Emperor's manner, banishing his ill-temper. Anything novel always appealed to him.
"Well?" he said.
"The ruse was detected, the letter was found and our man was fined twenty pounds at the police court. It was then that Dr. Grundt decided to send me...."
"You've got it with you?" the other exclaimed eagerly.