‘That’s an important piece of evidence,’ said the King. He looked very pleased. ‘Now the jury must-‘
‘If anybody in the jury can explain that letter,’ said Alice (she was not afraid of anything now, because she was much bigger than everybody in the room), ‘I’ll give him sixpence. It’s all nonsense! It doesn’t mean anything.’
The jury busily wrote this down. ‘She thinks it’s all nonsense.’
‘All nonsense, eh?’ said the King. He read some of the words again. ‘But said I could not swim. You can’t swim, can you?’ he said to the Knave.
The Knave’s face was sad. ‘Do I look like a swimmer?’ he said. (And he didn’t – because he was made of paper.)
The King smiled. ‘I don’t understand everything now,’ he said. ‘There are no tarts, and here is the Knave of Hearts. And now the jury must decide who the thief is.’
