From: Lester <maxim@netcom.com>
Date: Fri, 14 Nov 1997 07:44:58 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Logo Fyles #18
Message-id: <Pine.3.89.9711140714.A28099-0100000@netcom20>
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o ----------------------------- 1|= . . R . . R E . . . ' . . Q|1 2|. - g I N G E L I S . . . - U|2 3|. W I D E . ' U ' . . . - T I|3 4|' . . - . . . V E G . - . O X|4 BROND: ZIT 488 5|. . . . - . . I . O - . N . O|5 ALAMORT: ACJMMOU 398 6|. * . . L U P A N A R . E * t|6 7|G R A D I N O . ' F E W T E R|7 8|= . . A N I . - . . B ' T A Y|8 9|. . ' . . . ' . ' B . . ' S .|9 10|. * . . . P A C H A K . . T .|10 11|. . . . - . . H O Y E D . L .|11 12|' . . - . . F A S . D E . I '|12 13|. . - . . . ' L ' . . R E N .|13 14|. - . . . * O O . * E V E S .|14 15|= . . ' . . . T . . . ' . . =|15 -----------------------------
It was Alamort's turn. "This game goes back and forth like a bascule," she said. Brond suggested they stop and prepare to detrain.
"Not now," said Alamort, "I think I see a win."
Brond was irrisory. "Yes, I'm sure you'll win this, just like I'll win the -- "
Alamort interrupted, placing some tiles.
Brond frounced. She had oppilated the board near his intended out play. Still, he remained ahead by 61. He looked for another way to go out. Not finding it, he took his 32 points and abraided her clock.
It took all of Alamort's restraint not to pronk out of her seat. She excitedly began to place her remaining letters. Brond's amusement turned to anxiety, then shock, then denial.
Seeing his wounded face, Alamort softened towards him.
Brond was recounting her play for the fourth time. Denial was turning to grief. Travis touched his hand. "Kam, there is something I have to tell you."
Brond continued counting.
"It concerns Gobbo, and the whole operation," she continued. Gobbo is --"
The train's shrill whistle obliterated her words.
... Next time ... the exciting conclusion to Logo Fyles.