“You mean that the one knight could show the other one how the thing ought to be done?”
“Something like that. A bit far-fetched, of course; but so is the pun on the word knight—and I’m sure we’re right about it.”
“Well,” demanded Eileen, eagerly. “What does it lead to? Do you see what it means?”
Westenhanger made a gesture of negation.
“No. In itself it doesn’t mean anything to me. We’ll need to guess again. I’m afraid I’ll have to think it over for a time. At present it suggests nothing to me.”
Eileen’s face showed her disappointment.
“Oh, I thought we were just on the edge of finding out something. What a nuisance.”
Westenhanger thoughtfully folded up his paper. Then he replaced the chessmen in their box and put the box and chess-board back into their proper places.
“Well, let’s go out and see if we can’t find something else to do,” he suggested. “Sometimes a thing occurs to one easier if one doesn’t think too hard about it. Shall we take out one of the cars for an hour or two?”
They left the library and passed into the Corinthian’s Room. Westenhanger’s eye was caught by the Chess-board on the pavement and his face lighted up.