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168 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1975
Saturday 18 September 1874 was cold and rainy, and night had descended early upon London. A log fire crackled and flickered in the hearth in Colonel White's study. As the grandfather clock in the corner struck nine the butler entered the room, turned up the gas light, and drew the heavy velvet curtains, shutting out the miserable evening. A quick glance told him everything was in order. The oak flooring was polished, the shelves of books running the length of one wall had been freshly dusted, and the collection of trophies, swords, and military relics gleamed brightly above the fireplace. But it was to the centre of the room that the butler turned his attention. Here stood the splendid chess table upon which the colonel and his guest would soon be doing battle. Also glasses, decanters of port and brandy, ashtray, cigar box--yes, all was ready, and the butler paused only to add another log to the fire before retiring to the servants' quarters.
The door opened again and Col. White showed Dr. Black into the room. A veteran of the Crimea, the colonel was now past sixty. A ruddy complexion and a weather-beaten face showed signs of his outdoor life, and his keen military mind had been kept sharp by his tussles at the chess board. Dr. Black, a younger man, settled comfortably in one of the padded leather arm chairs, lit a large cigar and adjusted his monocle. Col. White poured two large measures of port and surveyed the board. He noted, with satisfaction, that the wretched butler had at last managed to set the kings and queens on the correct squares, and then made the first move.