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By
eleven
-
thirty
she
had
him
down
by
two
pawns
,
and
just
after
noon
he
resigned
.
They
had
got
nowhere
close
to
an
endgame
;
when
Marenco
stood
up
and
offered
her
his
hand
,
the
board
was
still
massed
with
uncaptured
pieces
.
The
top
three
boards
were
in
a
separate
room
across
the
hallway
from
the
main
ballroom
.
Beth
had
glanced
at
it
that
morning
while
rushing
,
five
minutes
late
,
to
the
place
where
she
was
to
play
,
but
she
had
not
stopped
to
look
in
.
She
walked
toward
it
now
,
across
the
carpeted
room
with
its
rows
of
players
bent
over
boards
—
players
from
the
Philippines
and
West
Germany
and
Iceland
and
Norway
and
Chile
,
most
of
them
young
,
almost
all
of
them
male
.
There
were
two
other
women
:
a
Mexican
official
’
s
niece
,
at
Board
Twenty
-
two
,
and
an
intense
young
housewife
from
Buenos
Aires
;
she
was
at
Board
Seventeen
.
Beth
did
not
stop
to
look
at
any
of
the
positions
.
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Several
people
were
standing
in
the
hallway
outside
the
smaller
game
room
.
She
pushed
past
them
into
the
doorway
,
and
there
across
the
room
from
her
at
Board
One
,
wearing
the
same
dark
suit
,
the
same
grim
scowl
,
was
Vasily
Borgov
,
his
expressionless
eyes
on
the
game
in
front
of
him
.
A
respectfully
silent
crowd
stood
between
her
and
him
,
but
the
players
sat
on
a
kind
of
wooden
stage
a
few
feet
above
floor
level
,
and
she
could
see
him
clearly
.
Behind
him
on
the
wall
was
a
display
chessboard
with
cardboard
pieces
;
a
Mexican
was
just
moving
one
of
the
white
knights
into
its
new
position
as
Beth
came
in
.
She
studied
the
board
for
a
moment
.
Everything
was
very
tight
,
but
Borgov
seemed
to
have
an
edge
.
She
looked
at
Borgov
and
quickly
looked
away
.
His
face
was
alarming
in
its
concentration
.
She
turned
and
left
,
walking
slowly
along
the
hall
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
was
in
bed
but
awake
.
She
blinked
at
Beth
from
the
bed
,
pulling
the
covers
up
to
her
chin
.
“
Hi
,
sweetie
.
”
“
I
thought
we
could
have
lunch
,
”
Beth
said
.
“
I
don
’
t
play
again
until
tomorrow
.
”
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“
Lunch
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
“
Oh
my
.
”
And
then
;
“
How
did
you
do
?
”
“
He
resigned
after
thirty
moves
.
”
“
You
’
re
a
wonder
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
She
pushed
herself
carefully
up
in
bed
until
she
was
sitting
.
“
I
’
m
feeling
wonky
,
but
I
probably
need
something
in
my
stomach
.
Manuel
and
I
had
cabrito
for
dinner
.
It
may
yet
be
the
end
of
me
.
”
She
looked
very
pale
.
She
got
out
of
bed
slowly
and
walked
to
the
bathroom
.
“
I
suppose
I
could
have
a
sandwich
,
or
one
of
those
less
inflamed
tacos
.
”