Various, The Strand Magazine, Vol. 05, Issue 27…
“ Ruy Lopez had fulfilled his duty. The prisoner's soul was purified, and now the priest could become the friend.As Don Lopez heard Don Gusman utter this exclamation, and saw his face grow white, he understood what agony he was undergoing, and felt at once that something must be done to divert his thoughts. But in vain he racked his brain for an idea. He could think of nothing. What could he propose to a man about to die? For such as he, the flower has no longer perfume, woman has no longer beauty. Then suddenly a thought flashed across his brain."How would a game of chess—" he began, timidly. ”
