I did it hastily again and made it three minutes twenty-five seconds.

"It _is_ difficult, isn't it?" said Herbert. "I thought, as you used to

be mathematical and as I'd promised the girl----"

"Wait a moment," I said, still busy with my envelope. "I forgot the

subaltern. Ah, that's right. The answer is a hundred and twenty-five

men.... No, that's wrong--I never doubled the half-crown. Er--oh, look

here, Herbert, I'm rather busy this morning. I'll send it to you."

"Right," said Herbert. "I know I can depend on you, because you're

mathematical." And he opened the door for me.

I had meant to do a very important piece of work that day, but I

couldn't get my mind off Herbert's wretched problem. Happening to see

Carey at tea-time, I mentioned it to him.

"Ah," said Carey profoundly. "H'm. Have you tried it with an '_x_'?"

"Of course."

"Yes, it looks as though it wants a bit of an '_x_' somewhere. You stick

to it with an '_x_' and you ought to do it. Let '_x_' be the

subaltern--that's the way. I say, I didn't know you were interested in

problems."

"Well----"

"Because I've got rather a tricky chess problem here I can't do." He

produced his pocket chess-board. "White mates in four moves."

I looked at it carelessly. Black had only left himself with a Pawn and a

King, while White had seen to it that he had a Queen and a couple of

Knights about. Now, I know very little about chess, but I do understand

the theory of chess problems.

"Have you tried letting the Queen be taken by Black's pawn, then

sacrificing the Knights, and finally mating him with the King alone?"

"Yes," said Carey.

Then I was baffled. If one can't solve a chess problem by starting off

with the most unlikely-looking thing on the board, one can't solve it at

all. However, I copied down the position and said I'd glance at it....

At eleven that night I rose from my glance, decided that Herbert's

problem was the more immediately pressing, and took it to bed with me.

I was lunching with William next day, and I told him about the

subaltern. He dashed at it lightheartedly and made the answer seventeen.

"Seventeen what?" I said.

"Well, whatever we're talking about. I think you'll find it's seventeen

all right. But look here, my son, here's a golf problem for you. A. is

playing B. At the fifth hole A. falls off the tee into a pond----"

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