The king's subjects were brought before the throne and asked the simple question, "Was it you who stole the royal towel?" The answer was an emphatic no each time.
When it came my turn I answered, "Yes your majesty, it was I that took your towel."
The hall erupted.
"He must die for this!"
"Silence," roared the king. And he gave the command to go on.
"It took me many months of perfecting the perfect plan. I designed a trapdoor under your private chambers and under the dead of night I snatched the towel from the golden towel rail."
I waved the royal towel in the air. It was brown and tattered. Nothing but a rag.