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“
Would
winning
the
Open
make
them
know
about
me
?
”
“
Sure
.
Benny
Watts
plays
in
Europe
all
the
time
,
now
that
he
’
s
got
his
international
title
.
”
“
How
’
s
the
prize
money
?
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
asked
,
lighting
a
cigarette
.
“
Pretty
good
,
I
think
.
”
“
What
about
Russia
?
”
Beth
said
.
Nobile
stared
at
her
a
minute
,
as
though
she
had
suggested
something
illicit
.
“
Russia
’
s
murder
,
”
he
said
finally
.
“
They
eat
Americans
for
breakfast
over
there
.
”
“
Now
,
really
…
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
“
They
really
do
,
”
Nobile
said
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
there
’
s
been
an
American
with
a
prayer
against
the
Russians
for
twenty
years
.
It
’
s
like
ballet
.
They
pay
people
to
play
chess
.
”
Beth
thought
of
those
pictures
in
Chess
Review
,
of
the
men
with
grim
faces
,
bending
over
chessboards
—
Borgov
and
Tal
,
Laev
and
Shapkin
,
scowling
,
wearing
dark
suits
.
Chess
in
Russia
was
a
different
thing
than
chess
in
America
.
Finally
she
asked
,
“
How
do
I
get
in
the
U
.
S
.
Open
?
”
