text: [Themes: Mystery, detective]
  
  > go downwards
  You are in a small power boat which is tied up to the dock behind the warehouse. You can reach the dock by going west.
  
  A ladder leads from a gap in the railing at the end of the alley down to the water. The bottom of the ladder is only a step away from the boat.
  
  A small toolbox sits under one of the seats in the boat.
  
  > get it
  Taken.
  
  > open it
  You open the toolbox, revealing a wrench, a hammer and a screwdriver.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying:
  a toolbox (open)
  a wrench
  a hammer
  a screwdriver
  a bottle of whiskey
  a brass key
  a wallet (open)
  an ID card
  expense money
  a revolver
  a small key
  
  > look at the ladder
  The ladder descends several feet from the edge of the alley above down to the water below. The boat bumps up against it as it sways with the tide.
  
  > Go west
  The dock extends from the back of the warehouse down to the water level. The warehouse is to the south. A boat is tied up to the east. The inside of the warehouse is dimly visible through the open wooden door.
  
  > go to the south
  The large warehouse is filled with crates and boxes. There is a large metal door to the south that leads to the pier and a large door to the north that leads to the dock. There is also a smaller door to the west that appears to lead to a small office.
  
  Along one wall of the warehouse you can see a stack of crates that you recognize as the crates that were just recently being unloaded from the boat.
  
  From the next room you see a flickering shadow.
  
  > look at the crates
  You can't see inside, since the crates are closed.
  
  From the next room you hear muffled voices.
  
  > open crates
  The crates are nailed shut. You try to pry off the top with your bare hands but your grip isn't strong enough for that.
  
  From the next room you hear elevated voices arguing.
  
  > listen
  You listen closely and you hear a voice coming from the next room say, "Did you get everything unloaded from the boat?"
  
  "Yeah, boss. We got it all."
  
  > listen
  You listen closely and you hear, "What are we going to do about that detective, boss?"
  
  "If we find him, you're going to kill him, Mickey Boy."
  
  > listen
  You listen closely and you hear, "Good thing Ginger tipped you off to those two. Right, boss?"
  
  "And yet that detective is still making trouble, isn't he Weasel? Thanks to your incompetence."
  
  "Don't worry, boss. We'll get him."
  
  "You'd better."
  
  > open the crate with the hammer
  (first taking the hammer)
  You loosen a few nails with the hammer and manage to pry off one of the lids.
  
  Pulling off the lid you find some tightly wrapped packages containing a substance which appears to be narcotics.
  
  It looks like Tony has been using his warehouse as a front for a drug smuggling operation.
  
  From the next room you hear movement.
  
  You think to yourself that Irene should have gone to the cops by now. With luck they should be arriving any minute. You might as well just hang around and wait for them at this point.
  
  > go to the west
  Don't go, Sam. It's probably best for you to just wait here until the cops arrive.
  
  From the next room you see a flickering shadow.
  
  Is that a car you hear or are you just imagining it?
  
  > open the metal door
  You walk boldly right up to the warehouse door and pull it open. Unfortunately, opening a large metal door makes an awful lot of noise, something which is particularly noticeable at this late hour. No sooner do you open the door when three men wearing dark suits and packing heat emerge from the nearby office. You immediately recognize two of them as your friends Mickey Boy and Weasel Face Flynn. You assume the third must be Mr. Gabriele himself.
  
  Tony points a .38 at you and says, "Mr. Fortune, I grow tired of this little game you've been playing. I would have thought that by now you would have learned not to go where you are not wanted."
  
  "Yeah, well, I've never been too good at that."
  
  "That's really too bad. Mickey Boy, Flynn, take Mr. Fortune for a ride in the boat. I've had enough of his meddling."
  
  "Sure, boss."
  
  Before you have time to react, Mickey Boy clubs the back of your head with his pistol and you drop like a sack of beans.
  
  It's a pity that Sam wasn't awake for that early morning boat ride into the middle of the harbor. The sunrise that morning was particularly impressive. Unfortunately, the anchor tied to his feet and the water in his lungs made sure that he would never see it.
  
  Ladies and gentlemen. That concludes tonight's episode of Sam Fortune - Private Investigator, sponsored by Muskrat Cigarettes.
  
  Tune in next week for our brand new series...
  
  Your mother clicks off the radio as you stare with your mouth open in disbelief.
  
  "I don't understand, ma! How could they kill off Sam? He can't die!"
  
  "Now, Junior. It's just a radio program. Perhaps the ratings weren't very good."
  
  > wait awhile
  Time passes.
  
  From the next room you hear movement.
  
  Yes. You're sure you heard a couple of cars pull up in front of the building. It can't be long now.
  
  > Wait
  Time passes.
  
  From the next room you hear elevated voices arguing.
  
  I heard the sound of the large metal warehouse door being opened. Tony and his two thugs come running out of the office only to find five large policemen waiting for them. It didn't take but a moment for them to realize that they were outnumbered. The jig was up.
  
  I stepped out of the shadows and said, "Officers, I'm glad to see you. I think you'll want to take a look at what's in those crates over there. I think you'll discover that Mr. Gabriele and his stooges here have just received a large supply of narcotics. The other night Bob Watterson overheard them discussing this shipment and he must have been foolish enough to mention it to Ginger Andrews. She told Tony and he decided that they needed to shut him up. When I started digging around, they saw an opportunity to get rid of him permanently and pin it on me."
  
  Suddenly a dark shape with flowing red hair ran into the warehouse and threw her arms around me.
  
  "Sam! You're OK!"
  
  "Yeah, sweetheart. I'm just swell. You did good. You and Clancy's boys showed up just in time."
  
  I bent over and gave Irene a long passionate kiss.
  
  "Baby, we make a pretty good team. What say we blow this joint and go find somewhere to get better acquainted?"
  
  "Yes, Sam. I think I'd like that very much."
  
  Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes Act 2 of tonight's drama: The Case of the Missing Playboy.
  
  Sam Fortune: Private Investigator will return next week with an all new adventure but right now, stay tuned for Little Miss Abbey which will be heard over most of these IBS stations.
  
  > look
  Nice digs! Bob sure knows how to live. The living room is large and very tastefully decorated. Through an alcove to the west you can see a dining room. To the east must be the bed room. Going south, opposite the front door, will take you to some sort of an open garden area.
  
  A long, plush couch sits along one of the walls.
  
  A very large painting graces the wall across from the couch.
  
  A tropical fish tank sits underneath the painting.
  
  Beside the couch on a little end table is a radio.
  
  You can also see Bob Watterson's front door here.
  
  The radio station is playing a love song by one of those crooners who are so popular these days.
  
  > sleep with fishes
  With time that might become a distinct possibility.
  
  A big band number is playing on the radio.
  
  > look at the fish
  (the tropical fish)
  Pretty little critters. Pity you can't teach them to fetch your slippers.
  
  The radio station is playing a love song by one of those crooners who are so popular these days.
  
  > look at the fish
  (the tropical fish)
  Pretty little critters. Pity you can't teach them to fetch your slippers.
  
  Soft music plays over the radio.
  
  > look at the tank
  The tank is just about the right size for a coffin and it's filled with dozens of tropical fish.
  
  The radio station is playing a love song by one of those crooners who are so popular these days.
  
  > look at tank
  The tank is just about the right size for a coffin and it's filled with dozens of tropical fish. You briefly wonder what would happen if someone were to unplug the aerator. Have you ever seen what happens to fish when they get oxygen deprived? It's not a pretty sight.
  
  A big band number is playing on the radio.
  
  > look at the tank
  The tank is just about the right size for a coffin and it's filled with dozens of tropical fish.
  
  A big band number is playing on the radio.
  
  > enter the tank
  That's not something you can enter.
  
  Soft music plays over the radio.
  
  > unplug the aerator
  Really, Sam. Don't you have more important things to do than torture helpless fishies?
  
  The radio station is playing a love song by one of those crooners who are so popular these days.
  
  > Sing
  Your singing is abominable.
  
  Soft music plays over the radio.
  
  > Dance
  You dance a quick jig but it doesn't really help. All it does is make you feel a little foolish.
  
  A big band number is playing on the radio.
  
  > Plug sponsor
  What do you want to juggle?
  
  You think to yourself that nothing smokes like a Muskrat!
  
  The radio station is playing a love song by one of those crooners who are so popular these days.
  
  > Plug key
  We only plug one product on this show: Muskrat Cigarettes.
  
  The radio station is playing a love song by one of those crooners who are so popular these days.
  
  > Fuck
  Whoa there, Sam! Do you want to get us taken off the air?
  
  A big band number is playing on the radio.
  
  > sleep with the fish
  (the tropical fish)
  With time that might become a distinct possibility.
  
  Soft music plays over the radio.
  
  > look at the radio
  This is a very attractive tabletop model in a walnut frame.
  
  The radio is currently switched on.
  
  Soft music plays over the radio.
  
  > turn off the radio
  You switch the radio off.