"Yes, that would do it, but for one thing you haven't noticed," he
said. "Black can push the pawn at KB7 and make it, not a queen, but
a knight, giving check to your king and no mate for you next move."
"Yes, that's so," agreed Dunn. "I hadn't thought of that."
"Unexpected, eh? Making the pawn a knight?" smiled Deede Dawson.
"But in chess, and in life, it's the unexpected you have to look
out for."
"That's quite an aphorism," said Dunn. "It's true, too."
He went up to bed, but did not sleep well, and when at last he fell
into a troubled slumber, it seemed to him that Charley Wright and
John Clive were there, one on each side of him, and that they had
come, not because they sought for vengeance, but because they wished
to warn him of a doom like their own that they could see approaching
but he could not.
Toward's morning he got an hour's sound rest, and he was down stairs
in good time. He did not see Ella, but he heard her moving about,
so knew that she was safe as yet; and Deede Dawson gave him some
elaborate parting instructions, a little money, and a loaded
revolver.
"I don't know that I want that," said Dunn. "My hands will be all
I need once I'm face to face with Rupert Dunsmore."
"That's the right spirit," said Deede Dawson approvingly. "But the
pistol may be useful too. You needn't use it if you can manage
without, but you may as well have it.
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