The Professor leant back here and laughed heartily. "Black was a fine player, but I got him all right in the end, almost in the last couple of minutes. He was a stutterer and a nervous little chap, and I suddenly noticed--I had got a bit of a cold--that he started and looked up angrily at me every time I blew my nose. So I took to blowing it whenever I saw he was about to make his move. And then--what I expected would happen, did. His hand was shaking badly and he accidentally touched the wrong pawn. Then, of course, he had to move it, and I gave him mate in three. Ha, ha, ha, he was wild as blazes about it, and glared at me like a scalded cat!"
Larose laughed heartily, too. "But you won't frighten me in that way," he said.
"No, perhaps not," agreed the Professor. He regarded Larose thou
