at well past one, he made his sealed play, Black 99, a “peep”
at the dead
center of the board.
In the morning the managers had gone to ask the Master whether he
wanted to play in an outbuilding or on the second floor of the main
building.
“I can’t walk any more,” was his answer, “and I’d prefer the main
building. But Mr. Otaké said the waterfall bothered him. Suppose you ask
him. I’ll do as he wishes.”
