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“
Yes
,
”
Beth
said
.
“
If
you
take
the
knight
,
it
doubles
his
pawns
…
”
“
Big
deal
,
”
the
man
said
.
“
All
pawns
and
no
hope
.
Here
’
s
how
to
win
with
Black
.
”
He
left
the
knight
in
the
center
of
the
board
and
played
Black
’
s
pawn
to
king
four
.
Then
he
continued
laying
out
the
moves
of
a
game
,
shuffling
the
pieces
around
on
the
board
with
casual
dexterity
,
occasionally
pointing
out
a
potential
trap
.
The
game
built
to
a
balanced
fugue
in
the
center
.
It
was
like
time
-
lapse
photography
on
TV
where
a
pale
-
green
stalk
humps
itself
from
dirt
,
heightens
,
swells
and
explodes
into
a
peony
or
a
rose
.
Some
other
people
had
come
into
the
room
and
were
watching
.
Beth
was
feeling
a
new
kind
of
excitement
with
this
display
,
with
the
knowingness
,
the
clarity
and
nerve
of
the
man
in
the
black
cap
.
He
began
trading
pieces
in
the
center
,
lifting
the
captured
ones
off
the
board
with
his
fingertips
as
though
they
were
dead
flies
,
keeping
up
a
soft
-
voiced
patter
that
pointed
out
necessities
and
weaknesses
,
pitfalls
and
strengths
.
Once
,
when
he
had
to
reach
across
the
board
to
the
back
rank
and
move
a
rook
from
its
home
square
,
she
was
astonished
to
see
as
he
stretched
his
body
that
he
was
carrying
a
knife
at
his
waist
.
The
leather
-
and
-
metal
handle
protruded
above
his
belt
.
He
looked
so
much
like
someone
out
of
Treasure
Island
that
the
knife
did
not
seem
at
all
out
of
place
.
Just
then
he
paused
in
his
moving
and
said
,
“
Now
watch
this
,
”
and
brought
the
black
rook
up
to
its
king
five
square
,
setting
it
down
with
a
muted
flourish
.
He
folded
his
arms
across
his
chest
.
“
What
does
White
do
here
?
”
he
asked
,
looking
around
him
.
Beth
considered
the
board
.
There
were
pitfalls
all
over
for
white
.
One
of
the
men
watching
spoke
up
.
“
Queen
takes
pawn
?
”
The
man
in
the
cap
shook
his
head
,
smiling
.
“
Rook
to
king
eight
check
.
And
the
queen
falls
.
”
Beth
had
seen
that
.
It
looked
to
be
all
over
for
the
white
pieces
and
she
started
to
say
so
when
another
man
spoke
up
.
“
That
’
s
Mieses
-
Reshevsky
.
From
the
thirties
.
”
The
man
looked
up
at
him
.
“
You
’
ve
got
it
,
”
he
said
.
“
Margate
.
Nineteen
thirty
-
five
.
”
“
White
played
rook
to
queen
one
,
”
the
first
man
said
.
“
Right
,
”
said
the
other
.
“
What
else
has
he
got
?
”
He
made
the
move
and
continued
.
It
was
clear
now
that
White
was
losing
.
There
were
some
fast
trades
and
then
an
endgame
that
looked
for
a
moment
as
though
it
might
be
slow
,
but
Black
made
a
striking
sacrifice
of
a
passed
pawn
and
abruptly
the
topology
of
pawn
-
queening
made
it
clear
that
Black
would
have
a
queen
two
moves
before
White
.
It
was
a
dazzling
game
,
like
some
of
the
best
ones
Beth
had
learned
from
books
.
