Up in the stands Dave squeezed Sandra's arm. "He's done it! He's let
himself be swindled."
"You mean the Machine has beaten Grabo?" Sandra asked.
"What else?"
"Can you be sure? Just like that?"
"Of cour.... Wait a second.... Yes, I'm sure."
"Mated in three like a potzer," Bill confirmed.
"The poor old boob," Judy sighed.
Down on the floor Bela Grabo sagged. The assistant director moved
toward him quickly. But then the Hungarian straightened himself a
little.
"I resign," he said softly.
The red words at the top of the board were wiped out and briefly
replaced, in white, by: