Doc rose, lifted her hand and kissed it. "Thank you, mademoiselle, for a charming interlude. I hope it will be repeated. Incidentally, I should say that besides.... (Stop pulling at me, man!--there can't be five minutes on my clock yet!) ... that besides being Dirty Old Krakatower, grandmaster emeritus, I am also the special correspondent of the _London Times_. It is always pleasant to chat with a colleague. Please do not hesitate to use in your articles any of the ideas I tossed out, if you find them worthy--I sent in my own first dispatch two hours ago. Yes, yes, I come! Au revoir, mademoiselle!" He was at the bottom of the stairs when Sandra jumped up and hurried to the balustrade. "Hey, Doc!" she called. He turned. "Good luck!" she shouted and waved. He kissed his hand to her and went on. People glared at her then and a horrified official came hurrying. Sandra made big frightened eyes at him, but she couldn't quite hide her grin. IV Sitzfleisch (which roughly means endurance--"sitting flesh" or "buttock meat") is the quality needed above all others by tournament chess players--and their audiences. After Sandra had watched the games (the players' faces, rather--she had a really good pair of zoomer glasses) for a half hour or so, she had gone to her hotel room, written her first article (interview with the famous Dr. Krakatower), sent it in and then come back to the hall to see how the games had turned out. They were still going on, all five of them. The press section was full, but two boys and a girl of high-school age obligingly made room for Sandra on the top tier of seats and she tuned in on their whispered conversation. The jargon was recognizably related to that which she'd gotten a dose of on the floor, but gamier. Players did not sacrifice pawns, they sacked them. No one was ever defeated, only busted. Pieces weren't lost but blown. The Ruy Lopez was the Dirty Old _Roo_ay--and incidentally a certain set of opening moves named after a long-departed Spanish churchman, she now discovered from Dave, Bill and Judy, whose sympathetic help she won by frequent loans of her zoomer glasses. The four-hour time control point--two hours and 30 moves for each player--had been passed while she was sending in her article, she learned, and they were well on their way toward the next control point--an hour more and 15 moves for each player--after which unfinished games would be adjourned and continued at a special morning session. Sherevsky had had to make 15 moves in two minutes after taking an hour earlier on just one move. But that was nothing out of the ordinary, Dave had assured her in the same breath, Sherevsky was always letting himself get into "fantastic time-pressure" and then wriggling out of it brilliantly. He was apparently headed for a win over Serek. _Score one for the USA over the USSR_, Sandra thought proudly.