"Do you play chess?" he asked.
"Yes, a little. What is that? A problem?"
"Problem? No; a game."
"Impossible!" I exclaimed rather rudely. "The position is a perfect monstrosity!"
He took from his pocket a postcard and handed it to me. It bore an address at one side and on the other the words "43. K to Kt 8."
"It is a correspondence game." he exclaimed. "That is my friend's last move, and I am considering my reply."
"But you really must excuse me; the position seems utterly impossible. How on earth, for example—"
"Ah!" he broke in smilingly. "I see; you are a beginner; you play to win."
"Of course you wouldn't play to lose or draw!"
He laughed aloud.