text: [Themes: Mystery, detective, hard-boiled, mystery]
  
  > look at your surroundings
  A small square garden, borded on three sides by a high privet hedge and on the fourth by the house. The swing door south to the kitchen flaps lazily in the light breeze. The garden is in shade, the afternoon sun not yet pushing over the chimney stack, and it's all lawn, but for the beat-up shed in the northwest corner.
  
  A thick net of dog roses covers the wall of the house.
  
  > look at the roses
  A thick bush of thorny roses, which grips the wall of the house up towards one of the windows, growing out of a muddy flowerbed.
  
  > examine the hedge
  A thick privet hedge, about five foot high, bordering the garden on three sides. On the east side there's a medium size hole, a gap between branches. Large enough for a cat, or a desperate man.
  
  There's a sweet smell coming from the roses.
  
  > go east
  No. 17's Back Garden
  Well-mown grass covers the garden of No. 17 which stands to the south. Luckily the place seems pretty empty. The garden is bordered on the east side by a low stone wall, and on the other by a privet hedge.
  
  The coloured back door of the house is closed.
  
  > look at the wall
  A low wall of cement-topped bricks, that you could scramble over. It borders the garden to the east.
  
  > Go east
  There's a face in a window - you wait for it to go before crossing the wall.
  
  No. 19's Back Garden
  
  The door to the house is shut.
  
  At the back of the garden is a clapped-out shed.
  
  > look at the shed
  It's a beat-up, join-the-dots shed. It's what husbands buy when they want somewhere cheap to bang the mistress.
  
  > open the shed
  Let them be. You can take up gardens when you lose your badge.
  
  > open it
  The door seems pretty firmly closed.
  
  But all your fiddling has attracted attention - the door opens and a frail old gent appears, giving you an earful, for being scruffy and for being unauthorised in a back garden.
  
  Still, the job's got its perks - one flash of the badge and your treated with the utmost courtesy; offered tea, spoken to demurely, and led carefully - so as not to see anything they didn't want you to, you guess - to the front door; and finally booted out into the street like the stray you are.
  
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 19
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > go east
  You scrape your hand on the top of the wall as you pull yourself up.
  
  No. 21's Back Garden
  
  The bright painted door to the house is closed.
  
  There is a greenhouse is one corner of the garden.
  
  > Examine greenhouse
  The greenhouse has a few soggy plants in it, a load of muck on the floor and some broken pots. Yeah, it's a real labour of love.
  
  > go to the east
  You take a running jump, but basically fall over the hedge.
  
  No. 23's Back Garden
  
  On the ground is a stick.
  
  A cat prowls the grass, stalking the world.
  
  The coloured back door of the house is closed.
  
  The cat sniffs the air and pricks its tail.
  
  > examine the stick
  It's a stick.
  
  > take the stick
  Taken.
  
  The cat mews a little and chases a beetle. And catches it, and crushes it.
  
  > go east
  There's a face in a window - you wait for it to go before crossing the wall.
  
  No. 25's Back Garden
  
  The bright painted door to the house is closed.
  
  You can also see a garden here.
  
  > go east
  A branch scratches your face as you scramble across.
  
  No. 27's Back Garden
  
  The door to the south is closed.
  
  There is a greenhouse is one corner of the garden.
  
  > examine the garden
  (the garden)
  
  > Go east
  There's a hole in the hedge here, which you squirm through.
  
  No. 29's Back Garden
  
  The door to the house is shut.
  
  Nasty mouldy garden furniture is laid out of the lawn.
  
  > Go east
  You hop up onto the wall, and step down into the next garden.
  
  No. 31's Back Garden
  
  The mesh door to the house is shut.
  
  At the back of the garden is a clapped-out shed.
  
  > Go east
  You take a running jump, but basically fall over the hedge.
  
  No. 33's Back Garden
  
  The door to the south is closed.
  
  There is a greenhouse is one corner of the garden.
  
  > go to the south
  The door is solidly locked. Luckily the house seems pretty empty - no-one notices your rattling.
  
  > go to the west
  Your coat snags but you make it over.
  
  No. 31's Back Garden
  
  The mesh door to the house is shut.
  
  At the back of the garden is a clapped-out shed.
  
  > go to the south
  The door seems pretty firmly closed.
  
  But all your fiddling has attracted attention - the door opens and a fat sweaty guy appears, giving you an earful, for being scruffy and for being unauthorised in a back garden.
  
  Still, the job's got its perks - one flash of the badge and your treated with the utmost courtesy; offered tea, spoken to demurely, and led carefully - so as not to see anything they didn't want you to, you guess - to the front door; and finally booted out into the street like the stray you are.
  
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 31
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > look at the dog
  The dog's somewhere else down the road. You can hear its damn yapping.
  
  How many bodies have you seen by now? How many empty houses? How many wasted lives? Not enough to save your own, it would seem.
  
  > go to the dog
  The dog's somewhere else to the west along the road. You can hear its damn yapping.
  
  > go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 29
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 27
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > Go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 25
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  You're standing right by a streetlight, on the edge of the kerb.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > go to the west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 23
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > Go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 21
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  From the high street comes the distant rumble of cars.
  
  > Go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 19
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  You're standing right by a streetlight, on the edge of the kerb.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > Go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 17
  Nice houses. Your car, to the west. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  A light breeze tickles your face and makes it itch.
  
  > go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 15
  Your car. Front gate, leading up to the porch of the house.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > go to garden
  You step into the porch.
  
  Front door, front gate. Small diamond of glass in the door.
  
  A hanging basket with a couple of petunias in is attached just to the left of the door.
  
  > go to garden
  Stairs up, passage northwest, front door behind. Desk one side, hat-stand on the other.
  
  > go to garden
  Southeast to the hallway, north to the kitchen. Closet. Door to the living room.
  
  The cupboard is open.
  
  > go to garden
  Sink, drawers. Cooker. Table, chairs. Swing door to the garden. Clock. Pantry. Passage to the south.
  
  The maid is at the table.
  
  On the worktop are a closed biscuit barrel and a ceramic water-jug.
  
  The maid tries not to look at the knife.
  
  > ask Maid about the garden
  "I love the garden, Inspector! It's only small, but I enjoy tending it. You should see it in summer, not now, when all the flowers have bloomed. Jack - Mr. Draginam - used to watch me pruning the roses from the study window. Said I distracted him."
  
  > ask Maid about the shed
  "Well, we keep gardening tools there," the maid says. "And Mr Matheston, he likes the quiet I suppose."
  
  > ask Maid about Matheston
  "Mr Matheston is a good friend of Mrs Draginam. He's from the church. They often spend time talking together, many hours. He's a very nice man. I'm sure he couldn't be anything to do with... this. I think he was in the living room when it happened. Now he's in the shed. For whatever reason I do not know, but he likes to sit there sometimes."
  
  The maid avoids the letter-opener with her eyes.
  
  > ask Maid about the letter opener
  "Yes, I know the one. Jack - Mr. Daginham - kept it on his desk in the study. It was for his business mail. He got so many letters every day it said it hurt his fingers to tear them all."
  
  > ask Maid about the phone
  -- Be more specific about what you want to ask Emilia the maid about.
  
  > Topics
  (talking to Emilia the maid)
  -- You could try talking to Emilia the maid about: Jack Draginam, the whiskey bottle, the medicine tube, the silver key, the jar of face-cream or the scrap of pink paper.
  
  > ask Maid about silver key
  "Every woman has her secrets," she blushes.
  
  > ask Maid about the face cream
  "Every woman has her secrets," she blushes.
  
  The maid's eyes stay fixed on you.
  
  > go to garden
  Swing door. Flower-bed. Roses climbing up the house. A shed. A hedge.
  
  A thick net of dog roses covers the wall of the house.
  
  > examine the shed
  Beaten-up. Dilapidated. If this shed were a bum you would have hauled its ass down G-block so many times you'd recognise it by smell.
  
  > knock on the shed
  No answer here.
  
  There's a sweet smell coming from the roses.
  
  > enter the shed
  (opening the beaten-up shed door first)
  You open the beaten-up shed door.
  
  The shed smells musty, like long-lost confessions - four rickety pine walls filled with gardening tools, and a lawnmower, but still with plenty of space for the terminally rich to potter around in. One small dirty window has a view over the garden outside and the back of the house.
  
  A chess set has been set up on an upturned wheelbarrow and laid out mid-game.
  
  Angela had mentioned someone called William Matheston who was in the shed: this old guy reclining in the deckchair must be him.
  
  Matheston looks up and makes eye contact.
  
  > show the badge to Matheston
  William Matheston is unimpressed.
  
  "There you are again," Matheston says, rising to his feet to shake your hand, though if you've ever seen his mush before it didn't stick.
  
  "My name is Reverend William Matheston." He must think you're part of his flock. "Have you spoken to Angela already? Tell me, is she holding up?"
  
  > ask the rev about himself
  (--> ask red about himself)
  -- You referred to something that can't be interacted with at present.
  
  > ask the wm about himself
  (--> ask am about himself)
  -- You referred to something that can't be interacted with at present.
  
  > Topics
  (talking to William Matheston)
  -- You could try talking to William Matheston about: Jack Draginam, Angela Draginam, the whiskey bottle, the medicine tube, the silver key or the jar of face-cream.
  
  > ask William about Jack
  "I'm sorry, Inspector. I don't believe I can help you there."
  
  > ask William about William
  "I'm a vicar, at the local church. I've known Angela ever since they moved to the area, about three and a half years ago. She was very distraught on account of losing the baby. I helped her through that. Helped her to reconcile it with God. And we became firm friends - all three of us, her, God and myself."
  
  > ask William about Angela
  "She's an excellent woman, Inspector. One of the most devoted members of my congregation. Strong at heart too, though she wouldn't let you see it. We've been firm friends for many years."
  
  "Well," Matheston adds, mostly to himself. "Maybe Angela is only as well as could be expected."
  
  > ask William about Angela
  "She's an excellent woman, Inspector. One of the most devoted members of my congregation. Strong at heart too, though she wouldn't let you see it. We've been firm friends for many years."
  
  Matheston considers the board carefully. "Do you play chess, Inspector?" he asks.
  
  > examine the chess
  (the chess board)
  The chess board is kinda thin: white has a few pawns as backup and two rooks roaming free. Black has an assortment: a knight, a queen, a pawn, and one of those guys that looks like an asparagus hiding off in a corner.
  
  > Yes
  "I'm glad. Excellent game. Full of subtleties. Things you don't see that tie together into something by the end." He shakes his head. "If life were a little more like chess, I think people would find it easier."
  
  > ask William about the chess
  "It's an interesting position," William says. "Black is on the move. Two rooks can't attack directly but they do create deadly alignments. Traps. As for white, it's spread very thin. The queen is in retreat. That bishop there is watching the long diagonal but doesn't look at all ready to come into play. I think the problem centres on the knight and the pawn. It's white to play, by the way."
  
  William considers the board in front of him carefully.
  
  > ask William about the chess
  "I think it's about pressure, on the knight, to force a sacrifice of the pawn. But that does leave open what part the other pieces play."
  
  "I see you're the kind of man who takes his work very seriously," Matheston observes, quite out of the blue. "I'm the same. It's what I recognise in you, I think, that dedication."
  
  > ask William about the chess
  "I think it's about pressure, on the knight, to force a sacrifice of the pawn. But that does leave open what part the other pieces play."
  
  > ask William about the bishop
  "I suppose you want to hear my version of events? Well - Mrs. Draginam and I were sat in the living room, talking. To my knowledge Emilia the maid was in the kitchen - we couldn't hear her, though, due to our conversation and the television on in the background. However, at some point, around 2pm maybe, perhaps earlier, there was a heavy 'thump' from upstairs - like a large dictionary falling from a shelf.
  
  "Angela stood and went to the doorway, to see if she could see anything. We expected Jack to shout something, you would - but there wasn't anything. So she went upstairs and into the bedroom. A few moments later she gave a terrible shriek - I rose to go and see, and Emilia streaked past me, up the stairs and into the room. I waited at the foot. Then the maid came back and went to call the police. I went to comfort Angela - I found her in her bedroom, sat on the bed. That's about it, I think."
  
  The vicar is deep in thought.
  
  -- I didn't recognise that as a topic of conversation.
  
  > ask William about Emilia
  "The maid, Inspector? That sweet young thing, she couldn't be anything to do with this, I'm sure."
  
  > ask William about Anthony
  "The maid has a young man called Anthony, I think. I'm not sure I've ever spoken to him beyond a simple hello. I know Mrs. Draginam despairs slightly of the kind of man he is, but she can hardly see her way to preventing the maid from having something pleasant around, considering."
  
  > ask William about yourself
  "I'm sorry, Inspector. I don't believe I can help you there."
  
  William is counting through moves on his fingers.
  
  > ask William about William
  "As I said, I'm the vicar here."
  
  > ask William about the baby
  "It was a terrible, terrible loss. I don't think Angela ever quite got over it. And Jack, of course, had no sympathy in him whatsoever."
  
  > ask William about the shed
  "This is my little part of the house," he replies. "It's not much." No buts there.
  
  Matheston looks up from the board to look straight at you.
  
  > ask William about the whiskey
  "I'm sorry, Inspector. I don't believe I can help you there."
  
  > read the handwritten note
  (in the trashy novel)
  You can't find that chapter. The chapters are listed in the contents at the front.
  
  > read the contents
  (in the trashy novel)
  THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF SLICK GURNER
  -- as serialised in "Woman's Weekly"
  
  Chapter one .... "Something in the Water? - Slick's First Mission" -- Page  2
  Chapter two .... "Essential Fish Oils - Slick Gurner in Love" --
  Page  23
  Chapter three .. "Carpentry is Easy - Slick Teaches a Lesson" --
  Page  64
  Chapter four ... "Amethysts Have Feelings Too - Slick Goes Too Far"
  -- Page  83
  Chapter five ... "Whose Traffic Cone Is That, Comrade? - Gurner in Russia" -- Page  105
  Chapter six .... "Try Next Door, Mister - Gurner has Amnesia!" --
  Page  123
  Chapter seven .. "Every Dog Has His Viola - Gurner's Last Bow" --
  Page  144
  
  William moves a pawn one space forwards.
  
  > ask William about the chess
  "I think it's about pressure, on the knight, to force a sacrifice of the pawn. But that does leave open what part the other pieces play."
  
  > go to Emilia
  The kitchen's the place to find her.
  
  Swing door. Flower-bed. Roses climbing up the house. A shed. A hedge.
  
  A thick net of dog roses covers the wall of the house.
  
  > go to Emilia
  The kitchen's the place to find her.
  
  Sink, drawers. Cooker. Table, chairs. Swing door to the garden. Clock. Pantry. Passage to the south.
  
  The maid is at the table.
  
  On the worktop are a closed biscuit barrel and a ceramic water-jug.
  
  The maid tries not to look at the knife.
  
  > go to Angela
  (opening the living room door first)
  You open the living room door.
  
  The living room is bright blue, the wallpaper shines out like the flashing siren of an ambulance, and isn't helped by a light green sofa and a wide window, south-facing, overlooking the sun-drenched street. Opposite the open door in the east wall is a small cabinet, and next to that is a television set.
  
  Joe is sat on the sofa, reading a newspaper.
  
  Mrs. Draginam looks up as you enter.
  
  On top of the set is a magazine.
  
  "That'd better be a gift for the bereaved," he snarls, nodding at the whiskey bottle in your hand.
  
  Angela's eyes are fixed on the photograph, though from there she can't see what's on it. But then as soon as she notices that you're looking, she looks away.
  
  > ask Angela about the photograph
  She sighs, and turns to stare out of the window as she speaks.
  
  "I found it, there on the desk. When I came in, the mirror was tilted, I saw it in the reflection. I raced over to the window, and snatched it, I stepped right over his body... and just then Emilia came rushing in. I couldn't... I couldn't... I turned my back, I pretended I was just closing the window, you see. And then when she'd gone I left it in my room. I was going to hide it, but I didn't get a chance - all those policeman - until you arrived, Inspector. There. That's my confession."
  
  Joe looks at her sternly. "So you lied in your statement? That's a serious offence."
  
  "Yes, I know," she replies brusquely. The policeman looks up at you and raises a brow. He takes the photo from you for a closer look then hands it back, Angela watching him do so with disdain.
  
  Angela gasps as she sees the steel letter opener. "That's Jacks? From his study. Was he.. it.. oh, my, that's awful.." With horror, Angela recoils.
  
  > Topics
  -- Please be specific who you want to talk to.
  
  > Topics angela
  -- You could try talking to Angela Draginam about: Jack Draginam, herself, William Matheston, the whiskey bottle, the medicine tube or the silver key.
  
  > ask Angela about the the silver key
  "I think those are the tablets Emilia's boyfriend has been taking for his sprain."
  
  Angela notices the bottle in your hand. "One of my husband's, I suppose. Nice to see it's not empty."
  
  > ask Angela about the silver key
  Angela takes the key and peers at it. "Front door," she says finally. "Is that the maid's copy? We only have three. Emilia has one, I have one," she pats a pocket, "and Jack had one, of course. Emilia lends hers to her boyfriend when he stays too, I think."
  
  > ask Angela about herself
  "What's there to say Inspector? I'm just another housewife. Jack and I were married for twelve years. We never had any children because of his work, we live here because of his work. I don't see that any of it's interesting to you."
  
  > ask Angela about Jack
  "You've had a good look around up there? Good. Well," she straightens down her skirts with one hand, methodically. "I suppose you want to know what happened?"
  
  > Yes
  [Please specifiy whom you want to say that to using PERSON, YES.]
  
  > Yes
  "Well. I was sat here, in the living room, talking to William - I suppose you'll have to talk to William too, won't you? He's outside in the garden right now, I think. Anyway, there was this loud thump, from upstairs. I expected - well, you know, to hear Jack call downstairs, or curse or something. When I didn't hear anything, I thought I ought to check. I thought maybe he'd slipped and hit his head. I went upstairs to see... and there he was, lying in a pool of blood." She raises a hand to her mouth. She is staring down at the floor as she speaks. "It was horrible!
  
  "I must have screamed, I don't remember. Anyway, Emilia came running up the stairs to see what the matter was."
  
  > ask Angela about the whiskey
  "Jack liked to drink, a little. We used to both, I suppose. These days we keep the alcohol hidden. Anthony's little problem."
  
  > ask Angela about Anthony
  "The maid's boyfriend? I barely know him. When he stays - well, he keeps himself to himself as much as he can. He works quite a lot too. Used to have a problem with drink but he's much better now. But Emilia seems happy enough. He's out - he left right before it happened. Went swimming. The only sport he can do with that sprain of his."
  
  > ask Angela about the cerestex
  "I think those are the tablets Emilia's boyfriend has been taking for his sprain."
  
  > accuse angela
  "That's not funny, Inspector. We were having problems, sure, but nothing new, nothing major... But if you don't believe me you can ask William. I was with him when it happened. You can ask him."
  
  > arrest angela
  You keep your voice down so that no-one overhears. "Mrs. Draginam? Well, I suppose it's usually the wives in cases like this, and I've no doubt that Mr. Draginam did a hundred things wrong every minute and maybe some of them was real bad too. But we can't arrest a woman on nothing, even if she did close the window in the crime scene. Get a motive sorted, and maybe we can give this a shot."
  
  > show the photograph to Joe
  (the black and white incriminating photograph to the policeman)
  He grins. "Good, isn't it?" is his excited reply, and then like a five-star idiot he notices Angela and becomes suddenly very timid. "Do you want that analysing?" Joe asks.
  
  > Analyse photo
  (the black and white incriminating photograph)
  "Let's see - I'll run an analysis on the blood, but I think we can guess. I'll pass it by the fake-spotters, get blow-ups of the faces - hell, I'll get copies made for Christmas. Good going, Inspector."
  
  The policeman leaves through the living room door.
  
  He's left his newspaper on the sofa.
  
  > Examine newspaper
  The main story on the front of the paper is the bank heist down on fourth last night. It seems the robbers managed to escape the cops with $10,000 - a pretty meagre horde, but they'd been stupid enough to strike right after the cash van had come. Oh, and for once the paper can't be blamed though for getting facts wrong; they aren't to know the robbers only have $9,000 of the loot.
  
  Other stories are the old lady who won the lottery, the kids from some school who got hit by a truck, nothing big. There's a crossword on the back page, with some baseball results.
  
  Angela stares with blank eyes at the blank TV.
  
  > ask Angela about the novel
  "So you just want to insult my taste in books? Fine. Yes, I read Slick Gurner books," she snaps irritably. "Those are page numbers on the back flap, by the way," she adds quickly.
  
  > look at the crossword
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  Angela glares at you like all this was your fault.
  
  > look at the clues
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  > Topics
  (talking to Angela Draginam)
  -- You could try talking to Angela Draginam about: Jack Draginam, the whiskey bottle, the medicine tube, the silver key, the jar of face-cream or the scrap of pink paper.
  
  > ask Angela about face cream
  "Her face-cream?" Angela looks surprised. "I've borrowed it once or twice, maybe. It's a good brand."
  
  > ask Angela about the passport
  -- Be more specific about what you want to ask Angela Draginam about.
  
  > ask Angela about the suitcase
  She doesn't even flinch. "It's no crime to have a packed suitcase, is it? I was about to go on holiday."
  
  > ask Angela about the holiday
  "Just a holiday. William was taking me upstate to where his parents live. Jack didn't mind, of course. Church trip. Not something he would have cared for himself."
  
  > go to the guest bedroom
  Southeast to the hallway, north to the kitchen. Closet. Door to the living room.
  
  The cupboard is open.
  
  > go to guest bedroom
  Stairs up, passage northwest, front door behind. Desk one side, hat-stand on the other.
  
  > go to the guest bedroom
  Bed, nightstand, wicker chair. Door to the corridor.
  
  On the nightstand is a silver frame.
  
  A tall teak wardrobe leans against one wall.
  
  The wicker chair is over by the wardrobe.
  
  You can also see a toiletry bag, a wide open pink suitcase and a wedding photo here.
  
  > take the passport
  (Angela's passport)
  You already have that.
  
  > Continue
  Two armchairs, a door. Small cabinet for drinks, another that's a TV.
  
  Mrs. Draginam glares at you as you approach.
  
  On top of the set is a magazine.
  
  Angela picks up the glossy magazine and flicks it open.
  
  > show passport to Angela
  (Angela's passport to Angela Draginam)
  Angela Draginam is unimpressed.
  
  > go to the pantry
  Sink, drawers. Cooker. Table, chairs. Swing door to the garden. Clock. Pantry. Passage to the south.
  
  The maid is at the table.
  
  On the worktop are a closed biscuit barrel and a ceramic water-jug.
  
  > go to the pantry
  The pantry's well-stocked, with cans they bought because they had nothing else to spend the money on. A few bags of potatoes fill one shelf, below that a fruit basket, some hams and bacon. There's a door west when you've finished eyeing up their food.
  
  Sat on a shelf is a dustpan.
  
  You can also see a broken plate here.
  
  > look at plate
  A white dinner plate, with a deep crack running three-quarters of its length.
  
  > examine the potato bag
  (--> x potatoes bag)
  What, are you training for your new job in the burger bar?
  
  > examine basket
  What, are you training for your new job in the burger bar?
  
  > look at the hams
  (--> x ham)
  What, are you training for your new job in the burger bar?
  
  Joe appears from out again. He returns the photograph to your sweaty little hands. "Well, the blood belongs to you-know-who. Where did you find it? In the room? Anyway. The boys in the lab were happy to give it some close study. It's no fake." Of course it's not a fake. You can't fake high art like this.
  
  The policeman heads off out again.
  
  > go to the car
  (the black chevy)
  
  Sink, drawers. Cooker. Table, chairs. Swing door to the garden. Clock. Pantry. Passage to the south.
  
  The maid is at the table.
  
  On the worktop are a closed biscuit barrel and a ceramic water-jug.
  
  > go to the car
  (the black chevy)
  
  Southeast to the hallway, north to the kitchen. Closet. Door to the living room.
  
  The cupboard is open.
  
  > go to car
  (the black chevy)
  
  Stairs up, passage northwest, front door behind. Desk one side, hat-stand on the other.
  
  > go to the car
  (the black chevy)
  
  Front door, front gate. Small diamond of glass in the door.
  
  A hanging basket with a couple of petunias in is attached just to the left of the door.
  
  > go to the car
  (the black chevy)
  
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 15
  Your car. Front gate, leading up to the porch of the house.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > listen
  Somewhere to the west a dog is yapping.
  
  > Go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 13
  Nice houses. Your car, to the east. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  You're standing right by a streetlight, on the edge of the kerb.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the west of here.
  
  > go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 11
  Nice houses. Your car, to the east. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked here.
  
  > listen
  Somewhere to the west a dog is yapping.
  
  Sunlight trickles through the trees; your neck itches under the heavy coat.
  
  > go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 9
  Nice houses. Your car, to the east. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the east of here.
  
  > Go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 7
  Nice houses. Your car, to the east. Down the street, some yammering dog.
  
  You're standing right by a streetlight, on the edge of the kerb.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the east of here.
  
  A small dog runs up to you from the west.
  
  > look at Dog
  A small, sleek white mutt mongrel thing, with a voice he seems sure proud of. No doubt the pride and joy of some old dear on the street. If you had the energy you'd hit him with your car.
  
  The dog scampers away to the east.
  
  > Go east
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 9
  Nice houses. Your car, to the east.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the east of here.
  
  There is a small dog here, running round in circles.
  
  The dog scampers away to the west.
  
  > throw the stick
  Dropped.
  
  Up the road, a dog drifts in and out from between the trees.
  
  > take the stick
  Taken.
  
  A light breeze tickles your face and makes it itch.
  
  > Go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 7
  Nice houses. Your car, to the east.
  
  You're standing right by a streetlight, on the edge of the kerb.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the east of here.
  
  There is a small dog here, running round in circles.
  
  The dog scampers away to the west.
  
  > Go west
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 5
  Nice houses. Your car, to the east.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the east of here.
  
  There is a small dog here, running round in circles.
  
  The dog scampers away to the east.
  
  > go east
  Broken Top Boulevard, Outside No. 7
  Nice houses. Your car, to the east.
  
  You're standing right by a streetlight, on the edge of the kerb.
  
  A police squad car is parked outside No. 11, a little to the east of here.
  
  There is a small dog here, running round in circles.
  
  > throw the stick
  You lob the stick down the street. The dog wastes no time in going off in pursuit.
  
  > accuse yourself
  You're guilty of enough - spending a whole month's advance on tequila, beating to death that Indian kid in the cell in January, being a crummy cop and not solving a single case for a good long while. You don't need accusations, you've got a string of them. You need to sort it out.