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Mrs
.
Wheatley
went
to
bed
early
and
seemed
better
the
next
morning
.
She
was
up
before
Beth
,
and
when
they
went
downstairs
together
for
breakfast
in
the
Cámara
de
Toreros
,
Mrs
.
Wheatley
ordered
a
Spanish
omelet
and
two
cups
of
coffee
and
finished
it
all
.
Beth
felt
relieved
.
*
*
*
On
the
bulletin
board
near
the
registration
desk
was
a
list
of
players
;
Beth
had
not
looked
at
it
for
several
days
.
Coming
into
the
room
now
ten
minutes
before
game
time
,
she
stopped
and
checked
the
scores
.
They
were
listed
in
order
of
their
international
ratings
,
and
Borgov
was
at
the
top
with
2715
.
Harmon
was
seventeenth
with
2370
.
After
each
player
’
s
name
was
a
series
of
boxes
showing
his
score
for
the
rounds
.
“
0
”
meant
a
loss
,
“
½
”
a
draw
,
and
“
1
”
a
win
.
There
were
a
great
many
“
½
s
.
”
Three
names
had
an
uninterrupted
string
of
“
l
’
s
”
after
them
;
Borgov
and
Harmon
were
two
of
these
.
The
pairings
were
a
few
feet
to
the
right
.
At
the
top
of
the
list
was
BORGOV
-
RAND
,
and
below
that
HARMON
—
SOLOMON
.
If
she
and
Borgov
both
won
today
,
they
would
not
necessarily
play
each
other
in
the
final
game
tomorrow
.
She
was
not
sure
whether
she
wanted
to
play
him
or
not
.
Playing
Girev
had
rattled
her
.
She
felt
a
dim
unsureness
about
Mrs
.
Wheatley
,
despite
her
apparent
resurgence
;
the
image
of
her
white
skin
,
rouged
cheeks
and
forced
smiles
made
Beth
uneasy
.
A
buzz
of
voices
had
begun
in
the
room
as
players
found
their
boards
,
set
up
their
clocks
,
settled
into
preparations
for
play
.
Beth
shook
off
her
unease
as
well
as
she
could
and
found
Board
Four
—
the
first
board
in
the
big
room
—
and
waited
for
Solomon
.
Solomon
was
by
no
means
easy
,
and
the
game
lasted
four
hours
before
he
was
forced
to
resign
.
Yet
at
no
point
during
all
of
that
time
did
she
ever
lose
her
edge
—
the
tiny
advantage
that
the
opening
move
gives
to
the
player
of
the
white
pieces
.
Solomon
did
not
say
anything
,
but
she
could
tell
from
the
way
he
stalked
off
afterward
that
he
was
furious
to
be
beaten
by
a
woman
.
She
had
seen
it
often
enough
before
to
recognize
it
.
Usually
it
made
her
angry
,
but
it
didn
’
t
matter
right
now
.
She
had
something
else
on
her
mind
.
When
he
had
gone
she
went
to
look
in
the
smaller
room
where
Borgov
played
,
but
it
was
empty
.
The
winning
position
—
Borgov
’
s
—
was
still
displayed
on
the
big
board
on
the
wall
;
it
was
as
devastating
as
Beth
’
s
win
over
Solomon
had
been
.
In
the
ballroom
she
looked
at
the
bulletin
board
.
Some
of
tomorrow
’
s
pairings
were
already
up
.
That
was
a
surprise
.
She
stepped
closer
to
look
,
and
her
heart
caught
in
her
throat
;
at
the
top
of
the
finals
list
in
black
printed
letters
was
BORGOV
—
HARMON
.
She
blinked
and
read
it
again
,
holding
her
breath
.
Beth
had
brought
three
books
with
her
to
Mexico
City
.
She
and
Mrs
.
Wheatley
ate
dinner
in
their
room
,
and
afterward
Beth
took
out
Grandmaster
Games
;
in
it
were
five
of
Borgov
’
s
.
She
opened
it
to
the
first
one
and
began
to
play
through
it
,
using
her
board
and
pieces
.
She
seldom
did
this
,
generally
relying
on
her
ability
to
visualize
a
game
when
going
over
it
,
but
she
wanted
to
have
Borgov
in
front
of
her
as
palpably
as
possible
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
lay
in
bed
reading
while
Beth
played
through
the
games
,
looking
for
weaknesses
.
She
found
none
.
She
played
through
them
again
,
stopping
in
certain
positions
where
the
possibilities
seemed
nearly
infinite
,
and
working
them
all
out
.
She
sat
staring
at
the
board
with
everything
in
her
present
life
obliterated
from
her
attention
while
the
combinations
played
themselves
out
in
her
head
.
Every
now
and
then
a
sound
from
Mrs
.
Wheatley
or
a
tension
in
the
air
of
the
room
brought
her
out
of
it
for
a
moment
,
and
she
looked
around
dazedly
,
feeling
the
pained
tightness
of
her
muscles
and
the
thin
,
intrusive
edge
of
fear
in
her
stomach
.
