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Let me cut and paste a Sidney Sheldon novel ( If tomorrow comes ) scene. It is about a con-man , who does NOT know how to play chess on a cruise ship who played with two chess grandmasters to make moolah. He made an ass out of everybody on the ship.
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"Were you serious about Melnikov and Negulesco?"
"Absolutely. Why?"
"I think they both need a lesson in manners."
"So do I. And we'll make money while we teach them."
"Good. What's your plan?"
"You're going to beat them at chess."
"I'm serious."
"So am I"
"I told you, I don't play chess. I don't know a pawn from a king. I---" "Don't worry," Jeff promised her. "A couple of lessons from me, and you'll slaughter them both."
"Both?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you? You're going to play them simultaneously." **********
Jeff was seated next to Boris Melnikov in the. Double Down Piano Bar. "The woman is a fantastic chess player," Jeff confided to Melnikov. "She's traveling incognito."
The Russian grunted. "Women know nothing about chess. They cannot think." "This one does. She says she could beat you easily."
Boris Melnikov laughed aloud. "Nobody beats me--- easily or not." "She's willing to bet you ten thousand dollars that she can play you and Pietr Negulesco at the same time and get a draw with at least one of you."
Boris Melnikov choked on his drink. "What! That's--- that's ridiculous! Play two of us at the same time? This--- this female amateur?"
"That's right. For ten thousand dollars each."
"I should do it just to teach the stupid idiot a lesson."
"If you win, the money will be deposited in any country you choose." A covetous expression flitted across the Russian's face. "I've never even heard of this person. And to play the two of us! My God, she must be insane." "She has the twenty thousand dollars in cash."
"What nationality is she?"
"American."
"Ah, that explains it. All rich Americans are crazy, especially their women." Jeff started to rise. "Well, I guess she'll just have to play Pietr Negulesco alone."
"Negulesco is going to play her?"
"Yes, didn't I tell you? She wanted to play the two of you, but if you're afraid..."
"Afraid! Boris Melnikov afraid?" His voice was a roar. "I will destroy her. When is this ridiculous match to take place?"
"She thought perhaps Friday night. The last night out."
Boris Meinikov was thinking hard. "The best two out of three?" "No. Only one game."
"For ten thousand dollars?"
"That is correct."
The Russian sighed. "I do not have that much cash with me." "No problem," Jeff assured him. "All Miss Whitney really wants is the glory of playing the great Boris Melnikov. If you lose, you give her a personally autographed picture. If you win, you get ten thousand dollars."
"Who holds the stakes?" There was a sharp note of suspicion in his voice.
"The ship's purser."
"Very well," Melnikov decided. "Friday night We will start at ten o'clock, promptly."
"She'll be so pleased," Jeff assured him.
The following morning Jeff was talking to Pietr Negulesco in the gymnasium, where the two men were working out.
"She's an American?" Pietr Negulesco said. "I should have known. All Americans are cuckoo."
"She's a great chess player.."
Pietr Negulesco made a gesture of contempt. "Great is not good enough. Best is what counts. And I am the best."
"That's why she's so eager to play against you. If you lose, you give her an autographed picture. If you win, you get ten thousand dollars in cash..." "Negulesco does not play amateurs."
"...deposited in any country you like."
"Out of the question."
"Well, then, I guess she'll have to play only Boris Melnikov." "What? Are you saying Melnikov has agreed to play against this woman?" "Of course. But she was hoping to play you both at once." "I've never heard of anything so--- so---"
Negutesco sputtered, at a loss for words. "The arrogance!
Who is she that she thinks she can defeat the two top chess masters in the world? She must have escaped from some lunatic asylum." "She's a little erratic," Jeff confessed, "but her money is good. All cash." "You said ten thousand dollars for defeating her?"
"That's right."
"And Boris Meinikov gets the same amount?"
"If he defeats her."
Pietr Negulesco grinned. "Oh, he will defeat her. And so will I." "Just between us, I wouldn't be a bit surprised."
"Who will hold the stakes?"
"The ship's purser."
Why should Melnikov be the only one to take money from this woman? thought Pietr Negutesco.
"My friend, you have a deal. Where and when?"
"Friday night. Ten o'clock. The Queen's Room."
Pietr Negulesco smiled wolfishly. "I will be there."
**********
"You mean they agreed?" Tracy cried.
"That's right."
"I'm going to be sick."
"I'll get you a cold towel."
Jeff hurried into the bathroom of Tracy's suite, ran cold water on a towel, and brought it back to her. She was lying on the chaise longue. He placed the towel on her forehead.
"How does that feel?"
"Terrible. I think I have a migraine."
"Have you ever had a migraine before?"
"No."
"Then you don't have one now. Listen to me, Tracy, it's perfectly natural to be nervous before something like this."
She leapt up and flung down the towel. "Something like this? There's never been anything like this! I'm playing two international master chess players with one chess lesson from you and---"
"Two," Jeff corrected her. "You have a natural talent for chess." "My God, why did I ever let you talk me into this?"
"Because we're going to make a lot of money."
"I don't want to make a lot of money," Tracy wailed. "I want this boat to sink. Why couldn't this be the Titanic?"
"Now, just stay calm," Jeff said soothingly. "It's going to be---" "It's going to be a disaster! Everyone on this ship is going to be watching." "That's exactly the point, isn't it?" Jeff beamed.
**********
Jeff had made all the arrangements with the ship's purser.
He had given the purser the stakes to hold--- $20,000 in traveler's checks--- and asked him to set up two chess tables for Friday evening. The word spread rapidly throughout the ship, and passengers kept approaching Jeff to ask if the matches were actually going to take place.
"Absolutely," Jeff assured all who inquired. "It's incredible. Poor Miss Whitney believes she can win. In fact, she's betting on it."
"I wonder," a passenger asked, "If I might place a small bet?" Certainly. As much money as you like. Miss Whitney is asking only ten-to-one odds."
A million-to-one odds would have made more sense. From the moment the first bet was accepted, the floodgates opened. It seemed that everyone on board, including the engine-room crew and the ship's officers, wanted to place bets on the game. The amounts varied from five dollars to five thousand dollars and every single bet was on the Russian and the Romanian.
The suspicious purser reported to the captain. "I've never seen anything like it, sir. It's a stampede. Nearly all the passengers have placed wagers. I must be holding two hundred thousand dollars in bets."
The captain studied him thoughtfully. "You say Miss Whitney is going to play Melnikov and Negulesco at the same time?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Have you verified that the two men are really Pietr Negulesco and Boris Melnikov?"
"Oh, yes, of course, sir."
"There's no chance they would deliberately throw the chess game, is there?" "Not with their egos. I think they'd rather die first. And if they lost to this woman, that's probably exactly what would happen to them when they got home."
The captain ran his fingers through his hair, a puzzled frown on his face. "Do you know anything about Miss Whitney or this Mr. Stevens?" "Not a thing, sir. As far as I can determine, they're traveling separately."
The captain made his decision.
"It smells like some kind of con game, and ordinarily I would put a stop to it. However, I happen to be a bit of an expert myself, and if there was one thing I'd stake my life on, it's the fact that there is no way to cheat at chess.
Let the match go on." He walked over to his desk and withdrew a black leather wallet. "Put down fifty pounds for me. On the masters."
**********
By 9:00 Friday evening the Queen's Room was packed with passengers from first class, those who had sneaked in from second and third class, and the ship's officers and members of the crew who were off duty.
At Jeff Stevens's request, two rooms had been set up for the tournament. One table was in the center of the Queen's Room, and the other table was in the adjoining salon. Curtains had been drawn to separate the two rooms.
"So that the players aren't distracted by each other,"
Jeff explained. "And we would like the spectators to remain in whichever room they choose." Velvet ropes had been placed around the two tables to keep the crowds back. The spectators were about to witness something they were sure they would never see again. They knew nothing about the beautiful young American woman, except that it would be impossible for her--- or anyone else--- to play the great
Negulesco and Melnikov simultaneously and obtain a draw with either of them. Jeff introduced Tracy to the two grand masters shortly before the game was to begin. Tracy looked like a Grecian painting in a muted green chiffon Galanos gown which left one shoulder bare. Her eyes seemed tremendous in her pale face. Pietr Negulesco looked her over carefully.
"Have you won all the national tournaments you have played in?" he asked.
"Yes," Tracy replied truthfully.
He shrugged. "I have never heard of you."
Boris Melnikov was equally rude. "You Americans do not know what to do with your money," he said. "I wish to thank you in advance. My winnings will make my family very happy."
Tracy's eyes were green jade. "You haven't won, yet, Mr. Melnikov." Melnikov's laugh boomed out through the room. "My dear lady, I don't know who you are, but I know who I am. I am the great Boris Melnikov."
It was 10:00. Jeff looked around and saw that both salons had filled up with spectators. "It's time for the match to start."
Tracy sat down across the table from Melnikov and wondered for the hundredth time how she had gotten herself into this.
"There's nothing to it," Jeff had assured her. "Trust me."
And like a fool she had trusted him. I must have been out of my mind, Tracy thought. She was playing the two greatest chess players in the world, and she knew nothing about the same, except what Jeff had spent four hours teaching her. The big moment had arrived. Tracy felt her legs trembling.
Melnikov turned to the expectant crowd and grinned. He made a hissing noise at a steward. "Bring me a brandy. Napoleon."
"In order to be fair to everyone," Jeff had said to Melnikov, "I suggest that you play the white so that you go first, and in the game with Mr. Negulesco, Miss Whitney will play the white and she will go first." Both grand masters agreed.
While the audience stood hushed, Boris Melnikov reached across the board and played the queen's gambit decline opening, moving his queen pawn two squares. I'm not simply going to beat this woman. I'm going to crush her.
He glanced up at Tracy. She studied the board, nodded, and stood up, without moving a piece. A steward cleared the way through the crowd as Tracy walked into the second salon, where Pietr Negulesco was seated at a table waiting for her. There were at least a hundred people crowding the room as Tracy took her seat opposite Negulesco.
"Ah, my little pigeon. Have you defeated Boris yet?" Pietr
Negulesco laughed uproariously at his joke.
"I'm working on it, Mr. Negulesco," Tracy said quietly.
She reached forward and moved her white queen's pawn two squares. Negulesco looked up at her and grinned. He had arranged for a massage in one hour, but he planned to finish this game before then. He reached down and moved his black queen's pawn two squares.
Tracy studied the board a moment, then rose. The steward escorted her back to Boris Melnikov.
Tracy sat down at the table and moved her black queen's pawn two squares. In the background she saw Jeffs almost imperceptible nod of approval. Without hesitation, Boris Melnikov moved his white queen's bishop pawn two squares.
Two minutes later, at Negulesco's table, Tracy moved her white queen's bishop two squares.
Negulesco played his king's pawn square.
Tracy rose and returned to the room where Boris Melnikov was waiting. Tracy played her king's pawn square.
So! She is not a complete amateur, Melnikov thought in surprise. Let us see what she does with this. He played his queen's knight to queen's bishop 3. Tracy watched his move, nodded, and returned to Negulesco, where she copied Melnikov's move.
Negulesco moved the queen's bishop pawn two squares, and Tracy went back to Melnikov and repeated Negulesco's move.
With growing astonishment, the two grand masters realized they were up against a brilliant opponent. No matter how clever their moves, this amateur managed to counteract them.
Because they were separated, Boris Melnikov and Pietr Negulesco had no idea that, in effect, they were playing against each other. Every move that Melnikov made with Tracy, Tracy repeated with Negulesco. And when Negulesco countered with a move, Tracy used that move against Melnikov.
By the time the grand masters entered the middle game, they were no longer smug. They were fighting for their reputations. They paced the floor while they contemplated moves and puffed furiously on cigarettes. Tracy appeared to be the only calm one.
In the beginning, in order to end the game quickly, Melnikov had tried a knight's sacrifice to allow his white bishop to put pressure on the black king's side. Tracy had carried the move to Negulesco. Negulesco had examined the move carefully, then refuted the sacrifice by covering his exposed side, and when Negulesco had sacked a bishop to advance a rook to white's seventh rank, Melnikov had refuted it before the black rook could damage his pawn structure.
There was no stopping Tracy. The game had been going on for four hours, and not one person in either audience had stirred.
Every grand master carries in his head hundreds of games played by other grand masters. It was as this particular match was going into the end game that both Melnikov and Negulesco recognized the hallmark of the other. The bitch, Melnikov thought. She has studied with Negulesco. He has tutored her. And Negulesco thought, She is Melnikov's protegee. The bastard has taught her his game.
The harder they fought Tracy, the more they came to realize there was simply no way they could beat her. The match was appearing drawish. In the sixth hour of play, at 4:00 A.M., when the players had reached the end game, thepieces on each board had been reduced to three pawns, one rook, and a king. There was no way for either side to win.
Melnikov studied the board for a long time, then took a deep, choked breath and said, "I offer a draw." Over the hubbub, Tracy said, "I accept."
The crowd went wild.
Tracy rose and made her way through the crowd into the next room. As she started to take her seat, Neguleseo, in a strangled voice said, "I offer a draw." And the uproar from the other room was repeated. The crowd could not believe what it had just witnessed. A woman had come out of nowhere to simultaneously stalemate the two greatest chess masters in the world.
Jeff appeared at Tracy's side. "Come on," he grinned. "We both need a drink." When they left, Boris Melnikov and Pietr Negulesco were sill slumped in their chairs, mindlessly staring at their boards.
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