And then a third statement, also in white, flashed on for a few seconds:
YOU HAD BAD LUCK
Bela Grabo clenched his fists and bit his teeth. Even the Machine was being sorry for him!
He stiffly walked out of the hall. It was a long, long walk.
V
Adjournment time neared. Serek, the exchange down but with considerable time on his clock, sealed his forty-sixth move against Sherevsky and handed the envelope to Vanderhoef. It would be opened when the game was resumed at the morning session. Dr. Krakatower studied the position on his board and then quietly tipped over his king. He sat there for a moment as if he hadn't the strength to rise. Then he shook himself a little, smiled, got up, clasped hands briefly with Lysmov and wandered over to watch the Angler-Jal game.
Jandorf had resigned his game to Votbinnik some minutes ago, rather more surlily.
After a while Angler sealed a move, handing it to Vanderhoef with a grin just as the little red flag dropped on his clock, indicating he'd used every second of his time.
Up in the stands Sandra worked her shoulders to get a kink out of her back. She'd noticed several newsmen hurrying off to report in the Machine's first win. She was thankful that her job was limited to special articles.