Chapter 445

Bancroft suddenly grew animated. "Wait a second-don't tell me it's Mr. Clyde Spencer?"

Effie nodded. "That's right. Do you know my grandfather?"

Bancroft almost leapt from his seat. "Well, that explains everything!"

He went on, "You might not realize it, but Mr. Spencer is a grandmaster. Anyone who's even remotely serious about chess knows his name."

Who would have guessed that Effie was trained by Clyde himself?

No wonder there was no way he could've won!

Effie shrugged. "I had no idea my grandpa was such a big deal. I always thought he was just some old guy who happened to be good at chess."

Bancroft burst out laughing. "If Mr. Spencer ever heard you describe him like that, I can't even imagine what he'd think."

Effie grinned. "That's exactly how he describes himself. He calls himself an old man who likes a quiet game of chess now and then. He teaches at the university most of the time, so he only plays when he's free.”

Bancroft shook his head in admiration. "Some people really are just born with a gift."

Across the room, Fidelia shot Effie a disdainful look and whispered to Marcia, "Mom, I bet Effie's been waiting ages for this moment-she totally dropped that bomb on purpose."

She's been playing dumb

didn't bother Bancroft in the slightest. In fact, the more

about a match? You

smiled. "Aren't you afraid you'll

"It's just a game, not a matter of life or

Lyman was just dodging a match with Effie to avoid being

and Effie play. had already been thrilling enough but this would be the first time anyone had seen Effie go up

Lindy. "So, who do you think

matter? Either way,

was about to suggest a little wager. If win, you give me that fishing rod If youawin, tu buy you that

bet,

she said. "I'm betting on

then I'm betting on Lyman,"

me in, too. I'm betting

to

cough up a fishing rod if I lose?

you don't chicken out when

not

I want that marble chessboard you keep in your

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