Death Off the Cuff by Simon Christiansen.

Nice game idea.

"I assume you have gathered us here for a reason, Monsieur Saint Germain?", says Shane Pearson.

"Is it not obvious?" says the Doctor. "The detective has figured out who killed the Colonel and intends to explain to us how he did it."

You twirl your moustache. "The good Doctor is correct, Mademoiselle Pearson. I have indeed solved the case. The murderer was clever, but he proved no match for my gray matter." You tap a finger against the side of your head to illustrate the point.

They all stare at you expectantly, like children waiting to be told a bedtime story. And who can blame them? You are, after all, Anthony Saint Germain, the great French detective. No criminal has ever been a match for you, and everybody is looking forward to a description of your brilliant deductions.

There is just one small problem. One tiny detail that makes it different this time. A mere trifle, really. This time you have no idea who did it. An entire day of investigation have turned up nothing. No one even seems to have a damn motive.

No matter. Most of the time when you do this the murderer breaks down and confesses half way through your speech anyway. All you have to do is stall and wait for the guilty party to slip up. People love talking about themselves. If you wait long enough, they always end up revealing something you can use.

It is going to be fine.

First time players should type ABOUT for some basic information about the game.

Death Off the Cuff
An Interactive Fiction by Simon Christiansen
Release 1 / Serial number 100926 / Inform 7 build 6E72 (I6/v6.31 lib 6/12N)

Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

James Garfield, the owner of Seafront Hotel, is standing by the clock, watching you expectantly.

Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

Count Heinrich Von Carstein is leaning backwards in the reclining chair, sipping a glass of wine.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> about
"Death Off the Cuff" is a conversation based game where you need to talk about various things to move the plot forward. This is accomplished by typing "TALK ABOUT SOMETHING", or simply "T SOMETHING" for convenience. "Something" can be anything you can see in the environment. You will often have more than one thing to say about the same object.

You can only talk about visible objects, not just arbitrary topics.

Occasionally, talking about something or someone will bring up a menu with various options for what to say. If you don't like any of the options, you can simply change the topic by talking about something else instead.

Talking doesn't solve every problem, though. You may also need to physically interact with things and people to progress.

Make sure you examine your surrounding regularly. You might notice new things.

If you get stuck, typing "HINT" or "HELP" will provide a hint on what to do in the current situation. There is usually more than one hint available for a given scene, so if the first one doesn't help the next one might.

Typing "WALKTHRU" will provide detailed instructions on how to finish the game.

Lastly, I would like thank my testers: Katzy, Brooks Reeves and John Murphy.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

James Garfield, the owner of Seafront Hotel, is standing by the clock, watching you expectantly.

Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

Count Heinrich Von Carstein is leaning backwards in the reclining chair, sipping a glass of wine.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x couch
A black leather couch. It looks pleasant enough, but you can't afford to relax right now.

> t garfield
[1] Motive
[2] Alibi
[3] General comments

> 1
"I considered Monsieur Garfield. In the days before the murder several witnesses overheard the two men furiously arguing. Monsieur Garfield insists that the Colonel was simply impossible to please. I knew that Mr. Garfield had often complained of the stress of running the hotel. Was it possible that he had simply snapped during a later argument? It seemed almost too simple."

James sneers. "Of course it is. If you really think I would kill a man over a simple disagreement then your reputation has been severely exaggerated."

You nod politely. "As part of my investigation, I consider every option, Monsieur."

[1] Alibi
[2] General comments

Should have an apostrophe in "Garfields alibi".

> 1
"Mr. Garfields alibi seemed to exclude him from the list of possible suspects. The Colonel's pocket watch had stopped at 02:30 when he was stabbed. Doctor Mole confirmed the time of death.

At 02:35 James Garfield was awoken by his employee, Mr. Allington, who informed him that one of the guests had had a terrible nightmare and had requested some medication to help her sleep. It is highly unlikely that mister Garfield could have sprinted back to his room after commiting the murder, washed off the blood, changed into his pajamas and gotten into bed. No, if Mr. Garfield had commited the murder, the Doctor was either wrong about the time of death, or Mr. Allington was in on it."

Jonathan Allington raises an eyebrow.

[1] General comments

Uncapitalized "british".

> 1
"Mr. Garfield did not seem to have any connection to the victim. He had been running the hotel by himself since his wife died two years ago. Before starting the hotel he was a lieutenant in the british army. None of this information seemed to be of any use at first, but my investigation was not over."

> t allington
[1] Motive
[2] Alibi
[3] General comments

> 1
"Monsieur Allington did not appear to have any motive for killing the Colonel. However, I knew that the Colonel had frequently complained about the hotel. Was it possible that the waiter might have taken that personally? A petty reason for murder, to be sure, but I have learned that human nature can be very petty indeed."

[1] Alibi
[2] General comments

> 1
"Several people saw Mr. Allington at the time when the murder was commited. At around 02:30 he heard screaming from the room of Shane Pearson and went to investigate. It turned out she was having a nightmare. Afterwards, he went to his boss and told him what had happened. Both people have confirmed this story."

[1] General comments

> 1
"Jonathan Allington seemed like an inconspicuous waiter, but this did not stop me from from considering him as a suspect. Servants are often ignored, and savvy criminals have managed to exploit this fact."

> t pearson
[1] Motive
[2] Alibi
[3] General comments

> 1
"Shane Pearson did not appear to have any motive for the crime, but Monsieur Saint Germain is never deceived by appearances. She is a writer, and a writer is always looking for new inspiration. Perhaps she had decided to take her research a step too far."

Hehe.

"I don't write crime novels," says Shane. "I always found the genre rather tawdry."

[1] Alibi
[2] General comments

> 1
"At around 02:30 Mademoiselle Pearson was awoken by Jonathan Allington who told her she had been screaming. Apparently, she had been having a bad nightmare. There did not seem to be any way she could have been the murderer, unless she was working with Jonathan."

[1] General comments

> 1
"I investigated Mademoiselle Pearson. There did not seem to be anything suspicious about her. She had recently achieved a minor hit with her newest novel and had now gone to England on vacation. It seemed highly unlikely that she could have known the victim."

> t mole
[1] Motive
[2] Alibi
[3] General comments

> 1
"The Doctor did not at first seem to be a likely suspect. He was successful and had nothing to gain from the death of the Colonel."

[1] Alibi
[2] General comments

> 1
"The Doctor had no alibi for the time of the murder. If he was the murderer, it would have been easy for him to simply estimate the time of death to a time where he couldn't possible have been there."

[1] General comments

> 1
"I turned my attention to the young Doctor. He was the one who had examined John McClaren. According to his examinations, the poor Colonel had been first sedated with laudanum in his wine, then stabbed three times with a knife. All fingerprints had been wiped from the knife after the grisly deed was done. His pocket watch had apparently been struck by the knife and had stopped at exactly 02:30. The doctors examinations confirmed that time of death could have occured at that hour. The Doctor himself had no alibi for the time of the murder."

> t carstein
[1] Motive
[2] Alibi
[3] General comments

> 1
"I could detect no conceivable reason why the Count might have wanted to kill the Colonel. They had been observed talking together several times, but their relationship seemed amicable."

[1] Alibi
[2] General comments

> 1
"The Count had no alibi for the time of the murder. He claimed to have been fast asleep, but no one could confirm it. I kept him in mind as a possible suspect, but I still needed a motive."

[1] General comments

> 1
"My inital investigations into the Count turned up little of interest. He seemed to be simply a rich member of the German nobility who had decided to take a vacation in england. However, sinister things are often hidden behind a mask of innocence."

> t goodfellow
[1] Motive
[2] Alibi
[3] General comments

> 1
"It hardly seemed likely that detective Goodfellow had anything to do with the murder, but I always consider every possibility, no matter how unlikely."

[1] Alibi
[2] General comments

> 1
"The detective arrived after the murder was committed, so it did not seem like he could have had anything to do with it."

[1] General comments

> 1
"Once the body had been discovered I phoned Scotland Yard and Detective Goodfellow showed up immediately. Unfortunately, he was unable to discover any clues to the identity of the murderer, leaving it up to me to solve the crime, as usual."

Detective Goodfellow seems almost tempted to defend himself, but in the end he just shrugs and keeps quiet. The detectives of Scotland Yard have learned to respect your superior intellect.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

James Garfield, the owner of Seafront Hotel, is standing by the clock, watching you expectantly.

Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

Count Heinrich Von Carstein is leaning backwards in the reclining chair, sipping a glass of wine.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x garfield
His impeccable business suit stands in stark contrast to his unruly hair and full beard. He seems perpetually stressed out from running the hotel by himself, but things seem to have worked out for him so far. The Seafront hotel has made itself a reputation as a place of respite, and several important people go here to relax.

> x allington
He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> x pearson
Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is anyones guess.

> x mole
Doctor Elias Mole is a young handsome Doctor. Recently graduated from medical school, he has just opened his own practice in London.

> x carstein
The German Count seems to be in his early sixties. He is relaxing in the reclining chair, sipping a glass of red wine, while watching the proceedings with a slightly bored look. Both his hair and his beard are almost entirely white.

> x goodfellow
Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man well equipped for the job of apprehending criminals. If only he knew how to find them as well, he might be a pretty good detective. You haven't worked with him before, but he seems like a decent bloke.

> x me
You are as good looking as ever, but your confident demeanor hides a gnawing uncertainty. Hopefully, no one will notice. You are wearing your trademark black bowler hat, and your moustache is impeccably groomed.

> i
Your brain is all that you need.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

James Garfield, the owner of Seafront Hotel, is standing by the clock, watching you expectantly.

Jonathan Allington stands next to Mr. Garfield, his employer. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

Count Heinrich Von Carstein is leaning backwards in the reclining chair, sipping a glass of wine.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x table
The table is made of dark red mahogany. It looks expensive, but no one is using it at the moment.

> look on it
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x clock
The clock is almost taller than you. An intricate system of brass and steel wheels, and gears is visible through the glass case in the front.

> t clock
"The ticking of the clock helped stimulate my neurons. The lounge was the ideal environment for doing my thinking."

> t me
"The murderer was clever, but he was no match for the superior intellect of Anthony Saint Germain."

> t table
"I couldn't help but notice that no one seemed to be using the couch table."

This provokes no response from your audience. Perhaps you should try talking about some more personal objects.

> t hotel
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x garfield
His impeccable business suit stands in stark contrast to his unruly hair and full beard. He seems perpetually stressed out from running the hotel by himself, but things seem to have worked out for him so far. The Seafront hotel has made itself a reputation as a place of respite, and several important people go here to relax.

> t suit
"I noticed that James was wearing a very nice business suit. He seemed like the consummate professional."

"Thanks," says James. "I think it is important to make a good impression on the customers."

> t hair
(James hair)
"Mr. Garfields hairstyle aroused my curiosity. It seemed strange that a man who would expend that much effort to look nice, wouldn't even bother getting a proper haircut."

James looks slightly apologetic. "What can I say; I just don't care much about hair, I guess."

> t beard
(James beard)
"It seemed strange that Mr. Garfield would bother to take care of a full beard, considering the disregard he showed for his hairstyle. Was it possible that he was deliberately trying to look differently?"

James laughs nervously. "I hope you are not suggesting I am trying to hide some kind of secret identity, Mr. Germain. I just think the beard looks good on me."

> x allington
He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> t tuxedo
"I had noticed that Mr. Allington was wearing a brand new tuxedo. Almost as if he was trying to make an impression on someone..."

Jonathan interrupts you. "Of course I am trying to make a good impression. I just got this job two weeks ago, and you never get a second chance to make a first impression."

You raise your finger. "That's what I thought, Monsieur. Once I realized that Jonathan had only worked at the hotel for a short time I started thinking. Was it possible that he had taken the job to be close to the victim?"

There is no reaction from Jonathan this time. Too bad, you had hoped you could provoke him into revealing some more information.

> t tie
"Jonathans bow tie was perfectly tied. He clearly had a lot of experience with formal clothing."

"Of course," says Jonathan. "I have been working at many fine hotels. It becomes routine after a while."

> x allington
He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> t allington
[1] Motive

> 1
"Monsieur Allington had started working at the hotel mere weeks before the murder. This seemed too unlikely to be a coincidence. Was it possible that he had taken the job to get closer to the victim?"

"Absurd," says Jonathan. "I took the job because I needed work and this place was highly recommended. That's all there is to it."

But there is a hint of fear in his voice.

> t allington
You can't think of anything more to say.

> x pearson
Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is anyones guess.

> t book
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> t how blue
You can't ask direct questions to the game. Type a verb - noun command like EXAMINE JAMES BEARD to interact with the story world.

> t blond hair
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> t shoulders
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x mole
Doctor Elias Mole is a young handsome Doctor. Recently graduated from medical school, he has just opened his own practice in London.

> x carstein
The German Count seems to be in his early sixties. He is relaxing in the reclining chair, sipping a glass of red wine, while watching the proceedings with a slightly bored look. Both his hair and his beard are almost entirely white.

> t wine
"The Count was often seen with a glass of red wine, but the color of the wine seemed a little off."

The Count seems embarrassed. "You are most perceptive, Herr Germain. I am actually drinking fruit juice. I don't really enjoy alcohol very much."

"But why would the Count drink fruit juice from a wine glass? It was almost like he wanted to appear more sophisticated than he really was."

> t wine
You can't think of anything to say.

> t hair
(Heinrichs hair)
"I noticed that the hair of the Count had turned almost entirely white."

"Jah," says the Count and sighs. "I am getting old."

> t beard
(Heinrichs beard)
"I noticed the counts beard. He did not seem to be used to it, which aroused my curiosity. A full beard takes a while to grow and the Count claimed to have had it for years. Things did not add up."

The Count sighs. "I figured we would get here sooner or later." His German accent seems to have mysteriously disappeared. "It's obvious that Mr. Germain has seen through my disguise. I might as well come clean."

With a single smooth movement of his hand, he removes the beard revealing the face of a much younger man in his thirties. "My real name is Sylvester Starfield. I am an investigative reporter with the London Tribune, currently doing a series of articles on the actions of the intelligence service during the war. After I realized that the Colonel had been working for MI6 during the war, I disguised myself as "Count von Carstein" and checked into the seafront hotel to get close to him. I had nothing to do with the murder, though. I just wanted to see if I could make him reveal some information."

> x starfield
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> t tribune
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

The game's rule about only talking about visible things generally works well. Not being able to talk about the victim was the only case where it felt noticeably odd to have a topic excluded by the rule.

> t colonel
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A large couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

James Garfield is stroking his beard.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> t notepad
"As a Journalist, Mr. Starfield would of course be carrying a notepad."

"Of course," says Sylvester. "I need to make sure I get all the details. This is going to make a great story."

> t legs
"I noticed Shane Pearson's long beautiful legs."

"Because you are a dirty old man?" says Shane with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh... No, because of the case. I am getting to that."

> t pearson
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t allington
You can't think of anything more to say.

> x chair
The backrest is no longer tilted back. Instead of a decadent Count, the chair is now occupied by an inquisitive journalist.

> x couch
A black leather couch. It looks pleasant enough, but you can't afford to relax right now.

> x lounge
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> t couch
"I noticed that the lounge contained what seemed to be a very expensive leather couch. The hotel appeared to be doing very well."

"It is," says James. "I have managed to attract a very affluent clientele."

> t couch
You can't think of anything to say.

> t chair
"The disinterested Count was an act all along. The real person behind the beard had been paying close attention to everything."

"I suppose there is no point in pretending anymore," says Sylvester while taking notes in his pad. "I am going to write an article about this when we are all done; I intend to get all the details."

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

James Garfield is stroking his beard.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> t garfield
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t beard
You can't think of anything to say.

> x garfield
His impeccable business suit stands in stark contrast to his unruly hair and full beard. He seems perpetually stressed out from running the hotel by himself, but things seem to have worked out for him so far. The Seafront hotel has made itself a reputation as a place of respite, and several important people go here to relax.

> x suit
A black pin striped business suit that fits him like a glove. There is a bump in the right pocket of his pants.

> x bump
James seems to be carrying something in the right pocket of his pants.

> t bump
"I quickly noticed that Mr. Garfield seemed to be carrying something in his pocket. Unusual, since you are not supposed to carry large items in the pockets of a suit. It ruins the look."

Mr. Garfield seems embarrassed. "Well, it seems you have discovered my little secret, Mr. German."

"Germain. And yes, I have. Perhaps you would like to show the others what it is you are carrying, Monsieur Garfield?"

"I suppose I might as well, since you have obviously figured it out already." He puts his hand in his pocket and produces a gleaming 38 revolver.

> save
Ok.

> ask garfield for revolver
[Use TALK TO to interact with characters.]

> t revolver
"Based on the shape of the object in Mr. Garfields pocket, I quickly deduced that he was carrying a firearm. This was an interesting fact. Why would a peaceful hotel owner feel the need to be armed?"

"You don't have to play with me any longer, Mr. Germain", says James. "I was not always just a hotel owner. In fact, I changed my name after the war to avoid my enemies. My original name was Brian Holmes. During the war I worked for MI6 doing Special Ops behind enemy lines. The Colonel was in my unit. When he was killed, I feared our enemies had finally caught up with us. So, naturally, I armed myself."

> t mi6
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> t holmes
[1] War career
[2] Motive
[3] Accuse Brian Holmes

> 1
"Once I realized that Mr. Garfield was not who he seemed to be, I quickly determined his true identity. The fact that he had worked with the Colonel during the war changed everything. It now seemed likely that the Colonel's untimely death was related to his clandestine career."

"How on earth did you discover these things?" says Brian. "Those records are still classified."

"I have my methods, Monsieur," you say, while tapping your finger against the side of your head. "I observe everything, and what I cannot observe I deduce. Please allow me to finish my account and everything will soon become clear."

Everyone will hopefully have forgotten about this by the time you are done.

[1] Motive
[2] Accuse Brian Holmes

> 1
"Discovering the true identity of Brian Holmes shed new light on his possible motive. He had worked with the Colonel during the war. Was it possible that there might have been some disagreement between them?"

Brian is outraged. "This is ridiculous. John McClaren was like a brother to me. Yes, we made enemies during the war, but we would both have died for the other if necessary."

[1] Accuse Brian Holmes

> 1
"All the pieces finally came together. Brian Holmes had killed his former friend because he disagreed with his methods. Alas, how quickly friendship can turn to enmity. Detective Goodfellow, would you be so kind as to arrest the murderer."

As Brian is handcuffed he sneers at you. "This is ridiculous. You have no proof whatsoever."

You twirl your moustache. "It is over, Monsieur. Once the police start looking into your past, they will soon find the evidence they need to convict you."

They don't, and Brian Holmes is soon released. It makes no difference, though. Everyone still believes he is guilty. After all, who would doubt the word of the worlds greatest detective? The hotel shuts down, and a year later the former hotel owner is found hanging from the roof of his office.

*** You have saved your reputation. ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, leaning forward with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x allington
He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> t allington
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t pearson
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t starfield
[1] Research
[2] Motive
[3] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> 1
"After I learned that Mr. Starfield had been researching the Colonel, I investigated his research. What I found put the case in a whole new light."

"I can imagine that it would," says Sylvester to your great relief. "I discovered some pretty interesting things about the Colonel. He made many enemies during the war, in particular a certain German agent who swore revenge. Unfortunately, I was unable to discover the name of this agent. He is also supposed to have sired an illegitimate child which he subsequently abandoned."

[1] Motive
[2] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

"I had reached a turning point in my investigation," you continue. "Not only had the Colonel turned out to be a former secret agent, but his colleague was even running the hotel. Mr. Starfields research turned up several new avenues of investigation. It seemed likely that the Colonel's past had finally caught up with him. Perhaps his German nemesis had managed to track him down. Or maybe his illegitimate son had decided to seek revenge for being abandoned. I continued my investigations with renewed vigor."

> t starfield
[1] Motive
[2] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> 1
"After finding out the true identity of Sylvester Starfield, I considered him a viable suspect. Here was a journalist looking for a good story; what better way to get it than to make it himself? A lurid murder would be bound to sell papers."

"I resent that comment," says Sylvester. "As a journalist, I report the news; I do not make them. And I am not a murderer."

[1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> t allington
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, his arms crossed in front of him.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> t pearson
You can't think of anything more to say.

> x holmes
The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes.

> x allington
He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> x pearson
Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is anyones guess.

The doctor is in jeans? What period are we in?

> x mole
Doctor Elias Mole is a young handsome Doctor. Recently graduated from medical school, he has just opened his own practice in London. He is wearing a light blue buttons-up shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Now that he is no longer leaning forward, you notice a paperback lying in his lap.

> x paperback
How Blue Was the Sky by Shane Pearson.

> t paperback
"I noticed that the Doctor was reading a book by Shane Pearson. Was he simply an ordinary fan or was there a connection between them?"

The Doctor nods enthusiastically. "I am a huge fan of Mrs. Pearson. How Blue was The Sky is one of the most moving books I have ever read."

> t paperback
You can't think of anything to say.

> t pearson
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, his arms crossed in front of him.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x starfield
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> x goodfellow
Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man well equipped for the job of apprehending criminals. If only he knew how to find them as well, he might be a pretty good detective. You haven't worked with him before, but he seems like a decent bloke.

I may be a foreigner, but surely I don't wear my hat indoors?

> x me
You are as good looking as ever, but your confident demeanor hides a gnawing uncertainty. Hopefully, no one will notice. You are wearing your trademark black bowler hat, and your moustache is impeccably groomed.

> t me
"I put my gray matter to work on the case."

> t hat
"I have found that my trusty bowler hat helps me think."

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, his arms crossed in front of him.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x holmes
The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes.

> x eyes
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x allington
He is dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> x pearson
Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is anyones guess.

> x hair
(Shanes hair)
It seems just slightly too blond to be natural.

> t hair
(Shanes hair)
"Mademoiselle Pearson's hair was blond. Perhaps a bit
too blond."

Shane rolls her eyes. "Ok, so I dye my hair. I am actually a brunette. Is that really germane to the case?"

> t pearson
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, his arms crossed in front of him.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t starfield
[1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> t goodfellow
You can't think of anything more to say.

> x couch
A black leather couch. It looks pleasant enough, but you can't afford to relax right now.

> x lounge
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x chair
The backrest is no longer tilted back. Instead of a decadent Count, the chair is now occupied by an inquisitive journalist.

> x count
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> t count
[1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> t holmes
[1] Accuse Brian Holmes

> t allington
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t pearson
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t goodfellow
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t me
"No murderer has ever been a match for my superior intellect. This time was no exception."

> t me
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, his arms crossed in front of him.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> t notepad
You can't think of anything to say.

> t starfield
[1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> 1
"There was no doubt in my mind; Sylvester Starfield had killed the Colonel to further his journalistic career. Detective, arrest the murderer."

"This is ridiculous," says Sylvester while being handcuffed. "I will make sure this gets into all the papers. The people will know what a hack you are."

He does, but no one believes him. After all, who would doubt the word of the worlds greatest detective? Even though Sylvester Starfield is never convicted, his career is over, and a year later he is found hanging from the roof of his flat.

*** You have saved your reputation. ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> save
Ok.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Elias Mole is sitting next to Shane in the couch, his arms crossed in front of him.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x clock
The clock is almost taller than you. An intricate system of brass and steel wheels, and gears is visible through the glass case in the front.

> x gears
You don't know much about clocks, but it seems very sophisticated.

> open clock
You are afraid you might ruin it.

> t clock
You can't think of anything to say.

> x pearson
Shane Pearson is a tall slender woman with semi long blond hair that just barely reaches her shoulders. Her book, How Blue Was the Sky, recently hit the bestseller list. What she is doing in England is anyones guess.

> x mole
Doctor Elias Mole is a young handsome Doctor. Recently graduated from medical school, he has just opened his own practice in London. He is wearing a light blue buttons-up shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Now that he is no longer leaning forward, you notice a paperback lying in his lap.

> x jeans
Casual dark jeans. You don't notice anything interesting about them.

> x shirt
A light blue casual shirt. Your sharp eyes notice the remnants of a small stain.

> x stain
It seems like someone has attempted to remove a stain from the shirt, with only partial success.

> t stain
"A new breakthrough occurred when I noticed the stain on Doctor Moles shirt."

Everyone looks at the Doctor.

"I ... Um... Have no idea what you are talking about," he says.

"It is no use denying it Doctor," you continue. "An ordinary person would no doubt have missed it, but I see everything. You have clearly attempted to remove a stain from your shirt quite recently."

"You are right," he says. "I did, in fact, get a bloodstain on my shirt when examining the Colonel. This is my favorite shirt, so i cleaned it very thoroughly. I didn't realize the stain was still visible."

The Doctor starts wringing his hands, his eyes darting from side to side. "It's obvious that you know everything, Mr. Germain. Oh my god, what have I done. What was I thinking?"

He puts his face in his hands and begins sobbing uncontrollably.

> t mole
[1] Accuse Doctor Mole
[2] Provoke him

> 2
"The Doctor was not a hardened criminal. I knew he would most likely break down as soon as he realized I was on to him. My prediction has proved true."

The Doctor keeps sobbing.

"Allow me to explain how I deduced that the Doctor had to be involved with the murder..."

There is still no response from the Doctor. Dammit. If only you could make him snap out of it somehow.

[1] Accuse Doctor Mole

> 1
"I knew the Doctor was not a hardened murderer. Once he realized I knew everything, he would no doubt break down and confess. As you can all plainly see, my predictions proved true. Detective, take him away."

As the Doctor is handcuffed, he looks at you with uncomprehending eyes. "Wait... No... That's not what I meant. I am not a murderer."

You send him a comforting smile. "It's okay, Doctor. It's all over now. A physical prison will no doubt be an improvement on the prison of guilt you had build for yourself."

There is no real evidence, so the Doctor is soon released. Everyone believes he is guilty, though. After all, who would doubt the word of the worlds greatest detective? His career is ruined, and a year later he is found hanging from the roof of his house.

*** You have saved your reputation ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
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Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is sitting in the couch with her legs crossed.

Doctor Mole is sobbing hysterically with his face in his hands.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> t mole
[1] Accuse Doctor Mole

> x mole
He has broken down completely. You are not getting anything more out of him unless you can get him to snap out of it.

> slap mole
You slap him hard across the face. "Snap out of it, Doctor. We need you."

The Doctor blinks, as if he had just woken up from a bad dream. "Right... I am sorry. It's obvious that you have found me out, Monsieur Germain," he sighs. "I covered for Mrs. Pearson because I couldn't bear the thought that her talent would waste away in jail."

"I know," you say. "You'll better tell the whole story, Doctor. For your own sake."

He nods. "At midnight I was awoken by a noise in the hallway. When I peered out I saw Mrs. Pearson running down the hallway as if the devil himself was chasing her. I went downstairs to see what she might have been running from, and a terrible sight awaited me. The Colonel was lying on the floor with a bloody knife planted in his chest. Perhaps my mind was still clouded from tiredness, but I decided to cover for her. I wiped all the fingerprints off the knife, and when I was later made to examine the body I lied and said that he had been sedated with opium. I figured that would throw the police off the tracks."

You nod. "I had quickly deduced that the opium story made no sense. Why would anyone sedate someone only to stab him right afterwards? Once I realised this, I knew that the Doctor had lied."

"I suppose you have already figured out the rest," says the Doctor. "The drug in the Colonel's body was not opium. It was cyanide. The poison would have killed him anyway, even without the knife."

"Indeed, and that realisation changed everything. If the Colonel had been poisoned with a lethal poison, then the stabbing was clearly a red herring. But how? And why?"

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson
[2] Alibi

> 2
"The case was starting to unravel. The Doctor had seen Shane Pearson run from the scene of the crime around the time of the murder. However, Mr. Allington claimed that Mrs. Pearson was fast asleep at that time."

"Just stop, Monsieur Germain," says Shane Pearson. "You don't have to say any more. It was foolish of me to try to hide the truth in the first place. I should have known that no one can hide anything from you.

I did go down to the library at around midnight because I couldn't sleep. All of sudden the Colonel came running towards me from behind one of the shelves. I grapped a knife from one of the tables and held it in front of me, telling him to keep away. He just kept coming until he impaled himself on the knife and fell to the ground. It was horrible. I panicked and ran back to my bedroom. Some time later, I was awoken by Jonathan who told me I had been having a nightmare. Luckily, time of death was for some reason estimated to the time Jonathan woke me up so I had an alibi. I know I should have come clean sooner, but I just wasn't thinking straight."

[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> 1
"The case was solved. Shane Pearson had stabbed the Colonel in what she believed to be self defense. Why the Colonel attacked her we may never know. Detective, arrest the murderess."

Shane Pearson gets a light sentence since the killing wasn't premeditated. Soon afterwards, her books start selling like hot cakes. There are still plenty of loose ends in the case, but you found the murderer and that is all anyone really cares about.

You know you are missing something, though; some detail that would make sense of the whole case. It is too late to find it now.

*** You have saved your reputation ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> x head
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> x mole
Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen attention to the events around him.

> x holmes
The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes.

> x allington
He is standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> x starfield
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> x hair
(Heinrichs hair)
White, with a few specks of brown scattered haphazardly around.

> t hair
(Heinrichs hair)
"Mr. Starfields hair color was, of course, as fake as his beard."

"Yeah," says Sylvester. "I dyed it to match the beard. I am afraid I can't just pull it off. You are gonna have to deal with it until the color washes out."

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x goodfellow
Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man well equipped for the job of apprehending criminals. If only he knew how to find them as well, he might be a pretty good detective. You haven't worked with him before, but he seems like a decent bloke.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

>
I beg your pardon?

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x allington
He is standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> x tuxedo
The tuxedo is spotless. It seems brand new.

> x tie
Jonathans black bow tie is tied perfectly.

> x face
Completely expressionless. He seems remarkably good at keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself.

> t face
You can't think of anything to say.

> t tie
You can't think of anything to say.

> t allington
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t holmes
[1] Accuse Brian Holmes

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t starfield
[1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> t goodfellow
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x homes
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x holmes
The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes.

> x eyes
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x mole
Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen attention to the events around him.

> x couch
A black leather couch. It looks pleasant enough, but you can't afford to relax right now.

> t couch
You can't think of anything to say.

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t starfield
[1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> t goodfellow
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> i
Your brain is all that you need.

> t me
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> read notepad
Sylvester is taking notes on a small beige notepad.

> t notepad
You can't think of anything to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> i
Your brain is all that you need.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> x table
The table is made of dark red mahogany. It looks expensive, but no one is using it at the moment.

> t table
You can't think of anything to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> 1
"The case was solved. Shane Pearson had stabbed the Colonel in what she believed to be self defense. Why the Colonel attacked her we may never know. Detective, arrest the murderess."

Shane Pearson gets a light sentence since the killing wasn't premeditated. Soon afterwards, her books start selling like hot cakes. There are still plenty of loose ends in the case, but you found the murderer and that is all anyone really cares about.

You know you are missing something, though; some detail that would make sense of the whole case. It is too late to find it now.

*** You have saved your reputation ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
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Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> t colonel
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington stands next to his employer, wearing his brand new tuxedo. His face reveals no emotions.

Shane Pearson is looking nervous.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, eagerly waiting to assist you in arresting the murderer.

> t book
You can't think of anything to say.

> x book
How Blue Was the Sky by Shane Pearson.

> read book
How Blue Was the Sky by Shane Pearson.

> x hair
(James hair)
A tangled mess of grey and black, his hair doesn't seem like it has ever been intimate with a comb.

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> x head
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x hands
(Shanes hands)
You notice a light band around her ring finger.

> x band
There is a light band around her finger, as if she had been wearing a ring while outside in the sun.

> t band
"It was then that I noticed something peculiar about Mrs. Pearson's hands. It looked like she had been wearing a ring, which she had subsequently taken off. People do not usually take off their engagement rings, so why would she do that?"

"Nothing escapes your attention does it, Monsieur Germain?" says Shane. "I suppose I might as well admit that I am engaged to Jonathan."

Jonathan nods. "We have been together for three months. We had hoped to keep our relationship private until we got married, but that idea doesn't seem realistic any more."

> x jonathan
He is standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> t band
You can't think of anything to say.

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> t jonathan
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> 1
"The case was solved. Shane Pearson had stabbed the Colonel in what she believed to be self defense. Why the Colonel attacked her we may never know. Detective, arrest the murderess."

Shane Pearson gets a light sentence since the killing wasn't premeditated. Soon afterwards, her books start selling like hot cakes. There are still plenty of loose ends in the case, but you found the murderer and that is all anyone really cares about.

You know you are missing something, though; some detail that would make sense of the whole case. It is too late to find it now.

*** You have saved your reputation ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> x hands
(Shanes hands)
You notice a light band around her ring finger.

> x band
There is a light band around her finger, as if she had been wearing a ring while outside in the sun.

> x ring
There is a light band around her finger, as if she had been wearing a ring while outside in the sun.

How can I see his hands if they are behind his back?

> x allington
He is standing with his hands behind his back, dressed in a tuxedo with a black bow tie. Unlike everyone else, his face betrays no curiosity, nor any other feelings.

> x hands
(Jonathans hands)
You notice several small wounds where the skin has been scraped off, as if he had been scrubbing his hands too hard.

> x wounds
He seems to have been scrubbing his hands way too hard. They look like they have been bleeding recently.

> t wounds
"A persons hands can tell more about them than they would like. Mrs. Pearson's hands told me that she was engaged. Mr. Allington's told a different story.
I noticed that Mr. Allington's hands were bruised, as if he had been scrubbing too hard or too long. What might he have been trying to hide?"

"It is obvious that you have figured it out, Mr. Germain," says Jonathan. "I tried to help my fiancee by giving her an alibi. It was foolish thing to do. At around midnight, I heard Shane walk down the stairs and followed her down to the library where I saw what happened. She was clearly blameless - the Colonel had attacked her - but I couldn't take the chance that the police might not believe her. I found the Colonel's watch in his pocket and set it to 02:30. Then I took the knife and stabbed him several times myself, making sure I hit the watch so it would stop. I felt dirty afterwards, so I scrubbed my hands until they started bleeding. Afterwards, I made sure Shane would have an alibi for 02:30 AM by waking her up by then and then telling James about it. I made sure to make a lot of noise so plenty of people would hear me."

"Oh, Darling," says Shane. "You shouldn't have done that."

"My love, I would do anything to prevent you from going to jail. Unfortunately, Mr. Germain saw right through me."

> t allington
[1] Accuse Jonathan
[2] Alibi

> 2
"Figuring out that the time of death had been faked changed everything. It now seemed like no one had an alibi for the actual time of the murder. I knew who had stabbed the Colonel, but that had been a red herring all along. The true murderer was the one who had given him the cyanide. But it seemed like anyone could have done that."

[1] Accuse Jonathan

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington is leaning against the wall, watching Shane Pearson with a tender look in his eyes.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x goodfellow
Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man, dressed in the uniform of Scotland Yard. He is fiddling impatiently with the buttons on the uniform, apparently starting to get tired of your long monologue.

I can't examine the buttons at this point, but later on I inexplicably can.

> x buttons
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> t starfield
[1] Accuse Sylvester Starfield

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> 1
"The case was solved. Shane Pearson had stabbed the Colonel in what she believed to be self defense. Why the Colonel attacked her we may never know. Detective, arrest the murderess."

Shane Pearson gets a light sentence since the killing wasn't premeditated. Soon afterwards, her books start selling like hot cakes. There are still plenty of loose ends in the case, but you found the murderer and that is all anyone really cares about.

You know you are missing something, though; some detail that would make sense of the whole case. It is too late to find it now.

*** You have saved your reputation ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington is leaning against the wall, watching Shane Pearson with a tender look in his eyes.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> x head
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x hands
(Shanes hands)
You notice a light band around her ring finger.

> x couch
A black leather couch. It looks pleasant enough, but you can't afford to relax right now.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington is leaning against the wall, watching Shane Pearson with a tender look in his eyes.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield, the journalist, is sitting upright in the reclining chair taking notes on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x allington
His emotionless facade has dropped and he is now looking tenderly at Shane. His nose squats from his face like a beak.

> x nose
You never noticed how long Jonathans nose was before. His uncharacteristic display of emotion somehow makes it stand out more.

> t nose
"Monsieur Allington's long nose drew my attention."

Sylvester gasps. "Of course. It looks just like the Colonel's. I can't believe I never noticed that before."

"Ok, I confess," says Jonathan. "I am the Colonel's illegitimate son from the war. When I finally managed to track down my father, I took a job here to get to know him before confronting him. But I swear I didn't kill him. I just wanted to meet him."

> t allington
[1] Accuse Jonathan
[2] Motive

> 2
"It was now clear that Jonathan had a motive for the murder. His father had abandoned him. Was it possible that his anger could have driven him to murder? Or perhaps he expected to inherit the Colonel's estate after revealing his true identity?"

"Never," says Jonathan. "I did not hate my father. I understand why he couldn't stay; I just wanted to meet him."

[1] Accuse Jonathan

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x jonathan
His emotionless facade has dropped and he is now looking tenderly at Shane. His nose squats from his face like a beak.

> x beak
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x nose
You never noticed how long Jonathans nose was before. His uncharacteristic display of emotion somehow makes it stand out more.

> t nose
You can't think of anything to say.

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> x mole
Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen attention to the events around him.

> x starfield
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> x goodfellow
Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man, dressed in the uniform of Scotland Yard. He is fiddling impatiently with the buttons on the uniform, apparently starting to get tired of your long monologue.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> get nose
Somehow, you don't think Jonathan would enjoy that.

> x holmes
The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes.

> x look
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x eyes
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x allington
His emotionless facade has dropped and he is now looking tenderly at Shane. His nose squats from his face like a beak.

> x wall
Look for specific nouns or directions; usually, concepts like the floor and ceiling, or relative directions like left and right, are not relevant.

> x clock
The clock is almost taller than you. An intricate system of brass and steel wheels, and gears is visible through the glass case in the front.

> x wheels
You don't know much about clocks, but it seems very sophisticated.

> t wheels
"Building a case is a lot like designing a clock. All the gears must fit together."

"What a nice simile," says Shane. "I must use that in one of my books some day."

> t wheels
You can't think of anything to say.

> t clock
You can't think of anything to say.

> t case
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x mole
Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen attention to the events around him.

> m goodfellow
I didn't understand that sentence.

> x goodfellow
Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man, dressed in the uniform of Scotland Yard. He is fiddling impatiently with the buttons on the uniform, apparently starting to get tired of your long monologue.

> t allington
[1] Accuse Jonathan

> 1
"After figuring out that Jonathan was the illegitimate son of the Colonel, everything became clear. His anger over being abandoned had driven him to murder. He had poisoned his father with cyanide, then intefered with the evidence to cover his tracks. Detective, arrest the murderer."

"This is outrageous," says Jonathan while being handcuffed. "Why would I want to kill my father? I just wanted to meet him."

You shrug. "I have better things to do than try to understand the motives of a homicidal maniac. Take him away."

Jonathan serves a short sentence for intefering with the investigation, but there is not enough evidence to convict him for the murder. Everyone believes he is guilty, though. After all, who would doubt the word of the worlds greatest detective? His career is ruined and a year later he is found hanging from the roof of his apartment.

*** You have saved your reputation. ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> t pearson
[1] Accuse Shane Pearson

> 1
"The case was solved. Shane Pearson had stabbed the Colonel in what she believed to be self defense. Why the Colonel attacked her we may never know. Detective, arrest the murderess."

Shane Pearson gets a light sentence since the killing wasn't premeditated. Soon afterwards, her books start selling like hot cakes. There are still plenty of loose ends in the case, but you found the murderer and that is all anyone really cares about.

You know you are missing something, though; some detail that would make sense of the whole case. It is too late to find it now.

*** You have saved your reputation ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x book
How Blue Was the Sky by Shane Pearson.

> get it
The Doctor seems very fond of it.

> read it
How Blue Was the Sky by Shane Pearson.

> x doctor
Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen attention to the events around him.

> t doctor
You can't think of anything more to say.

> x mole
Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen attention to the events around him.

> x starfield
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> x hair
(Heinrichs hair)
White, with a few specks of brown scattered haphazardly around.

> t hair
(Heinrichs hair)
You can't think of anything to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x uniform
The uniform of Scotland Yard consists of a long dark blue trenchcoat and a peaked cap.

> t cap
"I noticed the detectives cap."

The detective shrugs. "I should be wearing a bobby helmet, of course, but no one is perfect."

> t cap
You can't think of anything to say.

> t trenchcoat
"Detective Goodfellow was wearing the usual Scotland Yard trenchcoat. I wondered if it wasn't too hot to wear it indoors."

"A bit," says Goodfellow. "But one must stick to the regulations, you know.

> t trenchcoat
You can't think of anything to say.

> t goodfellow
You can't think of anything more to say.

> goodfellow, remove coat
[Use TALK TO to interact with characters.]

> t goodfellow
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x notepad
Sylvester is taking notes on a small beige notepad.

> t notepad
You can't think of anything to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> t face
You can't think of anything to say.

> x jonathan's face
You never noticed how big his nose was before. It reminds you of someone, but you can't quite place it.

> x nose
You never noticed how long Jonathans nose was before. His uncharacteristic display of emotion somehow makes it stand out more.

> t holmes
[1] Accuse Brian Holmes

> x holmes
The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes.

> t mole
You can't think of anything more to say.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x lounge
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x couch
A black leather couch. It looks pleasant enough, but you can't afford to relax right now.

> x table
The table is made of dark red mahogany. It looks expensive, but no one is using it at the moment.

> look under it
Why mess with the furniture?

> look under couch
You see no reason to mess with the couch.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x starfield
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x chair
The backrest is no longer tilted back. Instead of a decadent Count, the chair is now occupied by an inquisitive journalist.

> x backrest
The backrest is no longer tilted back. Instead of a decadent Count, the chair is now occupied by an inquisitive journalist.

> t backrest
You can't think of anything to say.

> t journalist
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> m
I didn't understand that sentence.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x holmes
The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes.

> x pearson
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> x deer
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x head
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x hands
(Shanes hands)
You notice a light band around her ring finger.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> i
Your brain is all that you need.

> x holmes
The man you used to know as James Garfield. He looks much the same as he did before, but there is now a shrewd look in his eyes.

> x eyes
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x allington
His emotionless facade has dropped and he is now looking tenderly at Shane. His nose squats from his face like a beak.

> x facade
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x shance
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x shane
The usually confident and extroverted writer is now looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She is currently resting her head in her hands, watching you with intense curiosity.

> x mole
Calm and composed. He is sitting upright in the couch paying keen attention to the events around him.

> x events
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> x starfield
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> x face
You never noticed how big his nose was before. It reminds you of someone, but you can't quite place it.

> x starfield's nose
I only understood the first part of that-- trying anyway.

(retrying as if you'd typed "x starfields.")
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> x starfield's face
I only understood the first part of that-- trying anyway.

(retrying as if you'd typed "x starfields.")
The old German Count has been replaced by a young man in his thirties. The bored look is gone from his face; he now seems keenly interested in the proceedings. His hair is still white, but it has probably been dyed.

> x nose
You never noticed how long Jonathans nose was before. His uncharacteristic display of emotion somehow makes it stand out more.

> x face
You never noticed how big his nose was before. It reminds you of someone, but you can't quite place it.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x goodfellow
Detective Goodfellow is a tall, broad man, dressed in the uniform of Scotland Yard. He is fiddling impatiently with the buttons on the uniform, apparently starting to get tired of your long monologue.

> x buttons
The buttons are spotless.

> x me
You are as good looking as ever, but your confident demeanor hides a gnawing uncertainty. Hopefully, no one will notice. You are wearing your trademark black bowler hat, and your moustache is impeccably groomed.

> get cap
Your bowler hat is all that you need.

> x moustache
Your black moustache is impeccably groomed.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

> x clock
The clock is almost taller than you. An intricate system of brass and steel wheels, and gears is visible through the glass case in the front.

> x glass
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes, the former secret agent, is standing by the clock.

Jonathan Allington, the illegitimate son of Colonel McClaren, is standing by the wall, his long nose proudly protruding from his face.

Shane Pearson is relaxing in the couch.

Doctor Mole has recovered from his temporary breakdown and is sitting upright in the couch.

Sylvester Starfield is staring at Jonathan, while scribbling furiously on a notepad.

Detective Goodfellow is standing behind you, wearing the uniform of Scotland Yard. He seems to be getting impatient.

OK, I give up, I can't find anything else to talk about.

> hint
You didn't notice the detectives uniform before. Has anything changed?

> x uniform
The uniform of Scotland Yard consists of a long dark blue trenchcoat and a peaked cap.

> x buttons
The buttons are spotless.

> t buttons
"The buttons on detective Goodfellows uniform also aroused my curiosity."

"Well, we usually wear silver buttons, of course," says the Detective. "But I had to get here in a hurry."

You turn around to see Goodfellow holding a gun with a murderous look in his eyes. "That's quite enough, detective. I will not stand here idly while you toy with me. You have obviously figured out that none of the other people in this room commited the murder, so you must know it's me."

Everyone gasps.

"When you tried to call Scotland Yard I intercepted the call and came here instead. There is no "Detective Goodfellow". I am Franz Lieberheim and I have spent years tracking down the Colonel so I could have my revenge. When I found out he was living here, I kept the place under surveillance until I finally got my chance.

About half an hour before midnight, Colonel McClaren came down to get a drink. I approached him, claiming to be a recent arrival to the hotel. He did not recognize me and we struck up a conversation. I procured some wine, slipping the cyanide into the Colonel's glass while he wasn't watching. After he had drunk the wine, I made an excuse to leave and hid outside the window so I could watch him die. After a few minutes the American girl came down to the library as well. By that time, the Colonel must have started to feel the effects of the poison because he staggered towards her, desperately seeking assistance. The girl misinterpreted his approach as an attack; the rest you know."

"I know everything, Monsieur Lieberheim", you say while twirling your moustache. "It would be easiest for everyone if you gave up now and waited for the real police to arrive."

Gotten? Is this Scooby-doo all of a sudden?

He sneers. "I don't think so. I would have gotten away with this if it wasn't for you, and Franz Lieberhaim always gets his revenge. Do you have any last words before I kill you, you meddling frog?"

> save
Ok.

> holmes, shoot lieberheim
When closing a case, you normally talk about people, instead of having conversations with them individually. Anything you can see in the room can be talked about as well. You can only talk about visible objects, not just arbitrary topics.

> t lieberheim
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> t goodfellow
You can't think of anything more to say.

> t holmes
[1] Accuse Brian Holmes

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

I can't refer to Lieberheim as Lieberheim.

> punch lieberheim
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> duck
I didn't understand that sentence.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes has raised his hands in a martial arts position, ready to jump Franz at the slightest chance.

Jonathan Allington is attempting to block the path to Shane, apparently so that any stray bullets will hit him instead of her.

Shane Pearson is standing behind Jonathan, trying to get a good look at the action.

Doctor Mole is hiding behind the couch.

Sylvester Starfield looks overjoyed to be getting the scoop on such a great story. He is busily taking notes on his notepad.

Franz Lieberheim is holding you at gunpoint. His face is distorted in a grimace of pure, German, evil.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> punch franz
He has a gun pointed right at you.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> t notepad
You can't think of anything to say.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> holmes, help
[That command asks to do something outside of play, so it can only make sense from you to me. James Garfield cannot be asked to do this.]

> holmes, shoot franz
When closing a case, you normally talk about people, instead of having conversations with them individually. Anything you can see in the room can be talked about as well. You can only talk about visible objects, not just arbitrary topics.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> i
"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> shoot franz
I didn't understand that sentence.

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes has raised his hands in a martial arts position, ready to jump Franz at the slightest chance.

Jonathan Allington is attempting to block the path to Shane, apparently so that any stray bullets will hit him instead of her.

Shane Pearson is standing behind Jonathan, trying to get a good look at the action.

Doctor Mole is hiding behind the couch.

Sylvester Starfield looks overjoyed to be getting the scoop on such a great story. He is busily taking notes on his notepad.

Franz Lieberheim is holding you at gunpoint. His face is distorted in a grimace of pure, German, evil.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> t notepad
You can't think of anything to say.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> l
Hotel Lounge
The hotel lounge is small, but comfortable. A soft, expensive leather couch stands near one wall, with a mahogany couch table in front of it. Next to it is an old fashioned reclining chair. In the corner of the room, an old grandfather clock is steadily ticking away, lending a dignified air to the proceedings.

Brian Holmes has raised his hands in a martial arts position, ready to jump Franz at the slightest chance.

Jonathan Allington is attempting to block the path to Shane, apparently so that any stray bullets will hit him instead of her.

Shane Pearson is standing behind Jonathan, trying to get a good look at the action.

Doctor Mole is hiding behind the couch.

Sylvester Starfield looks overjoyed to be getting the scoop on such a great story. He is busily taking notes on his notepad.

Franz Lieberheim is holding you at gunpoint. His face is distorted in a grimace of pure, German, evil.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> t franz
You can't think of anything more to say.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> talk to franz
"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> hint
He has a gun. Maybe you will get lucky if you attack him?

> punch franz
He has a gun pointed right at you.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> hint
Or not. You will have to distract him somehow; he did permit you to say your last words.

> say either this wallpaper goes or i do
Whom do you want to say that to?

> franz
When closing a case, you normally talk about people, instead of having conversations with them individually. Anything you can see in the room can be talked about as well. You can only talk about visible objects, not just arbitrary topics.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last command?
>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> t revolver
That is either not here, or doesn't need to be referred to at the moment.

> t gun
"Once I realized that Detective Goodfellow wasn't who he claimed to be, I could not, of course, allow him to be armed. It was a simple matter to ensure that he would be of no danger to anyone."

His eyes widen. "You damned frog. What have you done with my gun?" He furiously examines the gun, trying to determine how it might have been sabotaged.

> punch franz
He is distracted. This might be your only chance. You charge him, trying to push him to the ground. Unfortunately, you were always a thinker, not a fighter. Franz throws you to the ground with as much effort as if he was swatting a fly.
"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> holmes, attack franz
[Use TALK TO to interact with characters.]

> t holmes
[1] Accuse Brian Holmes

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> t gun
You can't think of anything to say.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> hint
Try talking about the gun.

> t gun
You can't think of anything to say.

"Time to die, detective." He squeezes the trigger; no amount of brilliant deductions will stop the bullet from entering your brain.

*** You have died ***

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>
undo
Hotel Lounge
[Previous turn undone.]

> hint
Now he is distracted. Time to act.

> hint
Maybe you can take him down now?

> hint
Just take his gun while he is distracted.

Pah. I can't attack him, but I can just take his gun?

What happened to the revolver, anyway?

This was pretty good, sometimes funny, but by the end I was doing an enormous amount of repetitive examining to try and make progress.

> get gun
While Franz is distracted, you deftly grab the gun from his hands. He lunges at you, but is quickly overpowered by the other inhabitants of the hotel.

"I am going to kill you for this, detective," he shouts while being restrained by his own handcuffs. "You are only putting off the inevitable."

"I suspect I will be dead long before you get out of jail, Monsieur," you reply. "Mr. Holmes," you say to the man formerly known as James Garfield, "Would you be so kind as to call the real Scotland Yard? I think they will be delighted to hear that we have managed to arrest the murderer without their help."

*** You have solved the case ***

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>
quit