Father and son were at chess,the former,who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes
The new arrival also condoled with himself, so that Mrs. White said, “Tut, tut!” and coughed gently as her husband entered the room, followed by a tall burly man, beady of eye and rubicund of visage.
“Well, wish for two hundred pounds, then; that'll just do it.” His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own credulity, held up the talisman, as his son,with a solemn face somewhat marred by a wink at his mother, sat down at the piano and struck afew impressive chords. “I wish for two hundred pounds,” said the old man distinctly.
we'll have one more. Go down and get it quickly, and wish our boy alive again.”
and frantically breathed his third and last wish.
The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a long loud wail of disappointment and misery from his wife gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street lamp flickering opposite shone on a quiet and deserted road.