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It
was
afternoon
now
,
and
most
of
the
games
were
finished
.
They
were
on
move
thirty
-
four
.
She
wanted
to
get
this
over
with
and
get
back
to
Mrs
.
Wheatley
.
She
was
worried
about
Mrs
.
Wheatley
.
She
felt
old
and
weary
playing
this
tireless
child
with
his
bright
dark
eyes
and
quick
little
movements
;
she
knew
that
if
she
made
even
a
small
blunder
,
he
would
be
at
her
throat
.
She
looked
at
her
clock
.
Twenty
-
five
minutes
left
.
She
would
have
to
speed
up
and
get
forty
moves
in
before
her
flag
dropped
.
If
she
didn
’
t
watch
it
,
he
would
have
her
in
serious
time
pressure
.
That
was
something
she
was
in
the
habit
of
putting
other
people
in
;
it
made
her
uneasy
.
She
had
never
been
behind
on
the
clock
before
.
For
the
last
several
moves
she
had
been
considering
a
series
of
trades
in
the
center
—
knight
and
bishop
for
knight
and
bishop
,
and
a
rook
exchange
a
few
moves
later
.
It
would
simplify
a
good
deal
,
but
the
problem
was
that
it
made
for
an
endgame
and
she
tried
to
avoid
endgames
.
Now
,
seeing
that
she
was
forty
-
five
minutes
behind
him
on
the
clock
,
she
felt
uncomfortable
.
She
would
have
to
get
rid
of
this
logjam
.
She
picked
up
her
knight
and
took
his
king
’
s
bishop
with
it
.
He
responded
immediately
,
not
even
looking
up
at
her
.
He
took
her
queen
’
s
bishop
.
They
continued
with
the
moves
as
though
they
had
been
predetermined
,
and
when
it
was
over
,
the
board
was
full
of
empty
spaces
.
Each
player
had
a
rook
,
a
knight
,
four
pawns
and
the
king
.
She
brought
her
king
out
from
the
back
rank
,
and
so
did
he
.
At
this
stage
the
king
’
s
power
as
an
attacker
became
abruptly
manifest
;
it
was
no
longer
necessary
to
hide
it
.
The
question
now
was
one
of
getting
a
pawn
to
the
eighth
rank
and
promoting
it
.
They
were
in
the
endgame
.
She
drew
in
her
breath
,
shook
her
head
to
clear
it
and
began
to
concentrate
on
the
position
.
The
important
thing
was
to
have
a
plan
.
“
We
should
perhaps
adjourn
now
.
”
It
was
Girev
’
s
voice
,
almost
a
whisper
.
She
looked
at
his
face
,
pale
and
serious
,
and
then
looked
back
at
the
clock
.
Both
flags
had
fallen
.
That
had
never
happened
to
her
before
.
She
was
startled
and
sat
stupidly
in
her
chair
for
a
moment
.
“
You
must
seal
the
move
,
”
Girev
said
.
Suddenly
he
looked
uncomfortable
and
held
up
his
hand
for
the
tournament
director
.
One
of
the
directors
came
over
,
walking
softly
.
It
was
a
middle
-
aged
man
with
thick
glasses
.
“
Miss
Harmon
must
seal
her
move
,
”
Girev
said
.
The
director
looked
at
the
clock
.
“
I
’
ll
get
an
envelope
.
”
She
looked
at
the
board
again
.
It
seemed
clear
enough
.
She
should
advance
the
rook
pawn
that
she
had
decided
on
already
,
putting
it
on
the
fourth
rank
.
The
director
handed
her
an
envelope
and
stepped
discreetly
back
a
few
steps
.
Girev
rose
and
turned
away
politely
.
Beth
wrote
“
P
-
QR4
”
on
her
score
sheet
,
folded
it
,
put
it
in
the
envelope
and
handed
it
to
the
tournament
director
.
She
stood
up
stiffly
and
looked
around
her
.
There
were
no
more
games
in
progress
,
although
a
few
players
were
still
there
,
some
seated
and
some
standing
,
looking
over
positions
on
the
boards
.
A
few
were
huddled
over
boards
,
analyzing
games
that
had
ended
.
