Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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his eyebrows went up, and he made a beeline for Doc. Sandra wondered if she should warn him that he was about to be shushed. The official laid a hand on Doc's shoulder. "Sir!" he said agitatedly. "Do you realize that they've started your clock, Dr. Krakatower?" stories to be picked up at the first international grandmaster chess FIDE, WBM, USCF, USSF, USSR and UNESCO. Sandra felt fairly sure about Siamese-twin clocks should be essential to a chess tournament struck Sandra as a particularly maddening circumstance. computer do against four Russian grandmasters?" Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with "You're durn tootin' she would!" Sandra replied in a rush, and then "But of course." They were already mounting the stairs. "What would chess be without coffee or schnapps?" "Okay, lead on," Sandra said. "You're the doctor." "Doctor?" He smiled widely. "You know, I like being called that." "Then the name is yours as long as you want it—Doc." Meanwhile the happy little man had edged them into the first of a small cluster of tables, where a dark-suited jabbering trio was just rising. seltzer?" "That'd go fine." Sandra leaned back. "Confidentially, Doc, I was chess," he assured her. "It is a curse of the intellect. It is a game Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other. "You have one great advantage," he told her. "You know nothing whatsoever of chess—so you will be able to write about it "Yes, Doc, but...." Sandra found difficulty in phrasing the question. "Wait." He lifted a finger. "I think I know what you're going to ask. perfectly, so that it always wins and there is no contest. Right?" Sandra grinned and nodded. Doc's ability to interpret her mind was as comforting as the bubbly, mildly astringent mixture she was sipping. He removed his pince-nez, massaged the bridge of his nose and replaced to play through all the possible games of chess, not to mention the "That sounds like the way a man would play a game," Sandra observed. Sandra nodded. "Does a human chess player—a grandmaster, I mean—ever Business Machines has released. But in most chess positions the only sees twice as many moves ahead?" Sandra objected. A stocky, bull-faced man with a great bristling shock of black, gray-flecked hair had halted abruptly by their table. He bent over Doc and began to whisper explosively in a guttural foreign tongue. Sandra's gaze traveled beyond the balustrade. Now that she could look corresponding tables, five large dully glassy chessboards, the White Sandra looked with quickening interest at the console of the Machine—a Sandra tried to think of a being who always checked everything, but "Oh yes," Sandra assured him, "but there are some other questions I minutes they start the clocks." While Sandra arranged for an interview with Jandorf after the day's playing session, Doc reordered his coffee. "One expects it of Jandorf," he explained to Sandra with a philosophic shrug when the shock-headed man was gone. "At least he didn't take your wine-and-seltzer. Or did he? One tip I have for you: don't call a chess master Mister, call him Master. They all eat it up." "Gee, Doc, I don't know how to thank you for everything. I hope I look three moves ahead. Chess players would say that the Machine has a "Oh, yes. Chess clocks measure the time each player takes in making his the Machine blindfold? How do you think of it?" "Gosh, I don't know. Say, Doc, is it really true that Master Jandorf has played 50 games at once blindfolded? I can't believe that." "Of course not!" Doc assured her. "It was only 49 and he lost two of Sandra started to hunt through her pocketbook, but just then two lists Lysmov vs. Krakatower Grabo vs. Machine "Cripes, Doc, they all sound like they were Russians," Sandra said after a bit. "Except this Willie Angler. Oh, he's the boy wonder, isn't he?" Doc nodded. "Not such a boy any longer, though. He's.... Well, speak of the Devil's children.... Miss Grayling, I have the honor of presenting , though. I was swindled, Savvy. I was robbed." "Willie!" Doc said with some asperity. "Miss Grayling is a journalist. She would like to have a statement from you as to how you will play against the Machine." "I know you haven't the time now, Master Angler," Sandra said rapidly, for two months in advance. Waiter! I'm here, not there!" And he went charging off. Doc and Sandra looked at each other and smiled. "Chess masters aren't exactly humble people, are they?" she said. Doc's smile became tinged with sad understanding. "You must excuse in the best temperamental-artist style. For chess players the prize her best chess players at all adequately. I think the Russian players —the international chess organization) are also backing going two by two in close formation, but it gave Sandra the feeling of "Will whoever wins this tournament become champion?" This tournament is a round robin: each player plays one game with every Sandra said, consulting her program. "Four out of ten have USSR after between the two countries," Doc said judiciously. "Chess mastery "You mean the one facing the Machine and talking to Jandorf?" "Yes. Now that's one with a lot of human interest. Moses Sherevsky. Hebrew legend." Sandra asked, "What about Grabo and Krakatower?" Doc gave a short scornful laugh. "Krakatower! Don't pay any attention to him of beating them all! Please, don't get me started on Dirty Old Krakatower." "Take it easy, Doc. He sounds like he would make an interesting article? Can you point him out to me?" "And Grabo?" Sandra pressed, suppressing a smile at the intensity of He would not amplify his statement. Sandra studied the Scoreboard again. chess championship. I think WBM was surprisingly shrewd to pick him The newcomer was of middle height, compact of figure and feature, with graying hair cut short and combed sharply back. Doc spoke his piece for Sandra. Simon Great smiled thinly. "Sorry," he said, "But I am making no predictions and we are giving out no advance information on the grandmasters, including all four Russians, were seated at their tables. Doc laughed happily—and so loudly that some people at the adjoining tables frowned. games with the Machine to assure himself that it operates legitimately and has grandmaster skill." "Did the Machine beat him?" Sandra asked. Doc shrugged. "The scores weren't released. It was very hush-hush. its opponents, or beaming rays of death and hypnotism at them? I can imagine...." While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess evidently and a terrific chess buff. Perhaps he was an actual medical doctor. She'd read something about two or three coming over with the Russian squad. But Doc certainly didn't sound like a Soviet citizen. umpteenth time in her career Sandra shied away from the guilty thought old, American, Russian) and pick his brain.... She realized suddenly that the whole hall had become very quiet. Doc was the only person still talking and people were again looking at

<question>:
How does Sandra meet the chess players?

<options>:
A Doc explains that she can use her tournament program to meet whichever player she wishes.
B Doc tells her their chess history and introduces her to them as they pass by.
C She uses her female charm to interest each player in an interview.
D She interviews each player in accordance with who Doc is friends with, save for Dr. Krakatower.

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B