text: > Look around
  You are standing on the front drive of Gull Point, residence of noted theatrical patron Frederic Sheppard. The house, a rambling old place, stands to the south.
  
  Beside the front doors, the large doorbell button gleams amber in the moonlight.
  
  You can also see a red Triumph Roadster, a blue Austin and a green Morris Saloon here.
  
  > No
  She raises an eyebrow. "No? What do you want, then?" Faced with a distinct lack of anything else to say, you admit that you are, after all, the police. The woman draws her lips into a tight line and says, "This is hardly the time to be playing the fool, Inspector. Now please, come in."
  
  Theatrical bills on the walls give this otherwise sterile entry hall the appearance of a theatrical lobby. The front doors are to the north, and the central hall is to the south. The cloak room is to the east.
  
  "My name is Deborah Wolf, by the way. Frederic Sheppard was my uncle. My husband and I just arrived today to spend the weekend...." She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. It has all been a terrible shock. Please, come this way."
  
  She takes a few steps towards the south and pauses, waiting for you.
  
  > Go south
  As she walks with you, Deborah Wolf says, "I should explain that my husband is Alexander Wolf, the playwright. He's working on a new stage musical called Twisty Passages, with a friend, Elinor Lamb. They were going to spend the weekend here, working on it together."
  
  Just as you pass under the arch into the central hall, the grandfather clock by the stairs chimes the midnight hour in doleful tones. Wonderful.
  
  The central hall is a two-storeyed room, with wide arches north, northwest, southeast and east. French doors to the south open into the library, and a flight of stairs leads upstairs. The kitchen is through a discreet little door to the west. High above, the night sky is visible through a vast skylight.
  
  Deborah Wolf is here, watching you attentively.
  
  Loud, ponderous ticking echoes from the grandfather clock by the stairs.
  
  The hall telephone stands in its niche beneath the stairs like an inscrutable modern art sculpture.
  
  As you set your watch and wind it up, a tall, slender young man emerges from the drawing room to the east. "Ah," he drawls, "the illustrious representative of the Law. How perfectly delightful." He looks down at you with a vaguely supercilious manner.
  
  Deborah Wolf makes the introductions. "Inspector, this is Mr Benedict Lamb, Elinor Lamb's brother. As I mentioned, Miss Lamb is collaborating with my husband on a stage musical; and Benedict here is acting chaperone."
  
  "Never trust a Wolf alone with a Lamb, I always say."
  
  > ask Deborah about the window
  Benedict Lamb interrupts you, saying, a little sharply, "I think we can leave my sister out of any of this, Inspector. She's in a wheelchair; her health is practically non-existant. She's quite incapable of any acts of violence. Would you agree?"
  
  > No
  Benedict Lamb's grey eyes flash angrily, but Deborah Wolf quickly says, "The Inspector hasn't even seen the -- the body yet. You can't honestly expect him to make that sort of a judgement without evidence!"
  
  Benedict merely sneers. Deborah Wolf rolls her eyes and says, "Where is Elinor, Ben?"
  
  "She's in the conservatory, of course." Benedict jerks his head to the northwest arch, through which you can see the dining room. "I told her she should go to bed and get some rest, but she insists on staying up for the investigation." He looks in your direction. "Any time you want to speak with her, Inspector, be my guest. Though I assure you it won't be necessary."
  
  Benedict turns on his heel and strides back into the drawing room. Deborah heads towards the door to south. "Shall we continue, Inspector?"
  
  > Yes
  Deborah lowers her voice and says, "Ben's very protective of his sister, which is sweet but perhaps a little obsessive, in my opinion. Elinor may be wheelchair-bound, but she is nowhere near as delicate as he seems to think."
  
  The study door to the west is almost obscured by the near-solid screen of crowded bookshelves occupying the west wall. The rest of the room is occupied with modern art. French doors open north to the central hall and southeast onto the terrace. The billiards room is through an anonymous-looking door to the east.
  
  Deborah Wolf is here, watching you attentively.
  
  On closer inspection, one piece of modern art turns out to actually be a clock.
  
  You can also see a tide table here.
  
  A short, red-headed young man is bent over a leather briefcase as you enter the Library. He looks up, startled, as you come in, and hurriedly shuts the briefcase. Then he's all smiles and cheerful camaraderie as he tosses his briefcase into a corner and comes forward to shake your hand.
  
  "Inspector," says Deborah, "I'd like you to meet Mr Cedric Crane, my uncle's former accountant. He was the one -- along with Mr Lamb -- who discovered the crime and raised the alarm."
  
  Cedric Crane pumps your arm with all the excessive energy of a campaigning politician. Close up, you realise that he must actually be quite a bit older than he appeared at first glance. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance," he says expansively, beaming from ear to ear.
  
  > ask Cedric about the briefcase
  Cedric Crane doesn't seem to have much to say about the leather briefcase.
  
  There is a short burst of music from the west. Cedric Crane says, "We left Mr Sheppard's wireless on. Since it was part of the crime scene, we didn't want to disturb it."
  
  "You'd best take the Inspector to the body," says Deborah to Cedric, "since you were the one who found him, after all."
  
  Cedric does not look too happy at this, but turns towards the southeastern exit.
  
  > get the briefcase
  "Inspector, that briefcase is private." Cedric smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
  
  The door to the east suddenly crashes open, revealing a broad-shouldered, truculent-looking man holding a billiard cue. He glares at you.
  
  "This is Alexander Wolf," says Deborah, "my husband." Alexander makes a brief sweeping gesture by way of greeting, and growls, "let's get this over with as quickly as possible, eh?"
  
  "Alex, you've been drinking."
  
  Cedric Crane whispers to you, "We'd best head on out, Inspector." He quietly exits the room to the southeast.
  
  > Go southeast
  The wide, stone-paved terrace overlooks the sea here to the west and south, and stairs lead down towards the beach. French doors go north to the billiard room and northwest to the library. The terrace itself continues to the west, around the corner of the library.
  
  You can see Cedric Crane here.
  
  Cedric Crane nods to you. "Right then. You've met the Wolfs, of course; have you met the Lambs? Benedict and Elinor? The five of us would be the only people in the house at the moment, other than yourself. Anyway, it seems plain that Mr Sheppard must have been killed in his study," he says, pointing to a part of the house just west of the library, "but Mr Lamb and I found him among the rocks down by the beach. Come on, I'll show you."
  
  Cedric Crane turns and descends the stairs to the cliffside path below.
  
  From the direction of Library, you hear Alexander Wolf's raised voice, and then the slamming of a door.