text: > Look around
  A large, pleasant room, with sun shining through an open window. There are rows of benches and an altar at the back of the room, which confirms your opinion that this must be a chapel of sorts.
  
  The bulb is now totally dark and shattered.
  
  You can also see a golden key here.
  
  > examine the key
  A small yet heavy golden key.
  
  > look at the altar
  Though it is easily recognizable as an altar, it is merely a rough-hewn stone fixture; its covering cloth and other paraphernalia are gone.
  
  > examine the benches
  Regulation benches, with the customary kneel-space in front of them.
  
  > look under the benches
  Just the floor.
  
  > look at the bulb
  A broken and functionless mess of glass.
  
  > search the glass
  (the glass vial)
  You never read descriptions, do you? The vial is empty.
  
  > search the broken glass
  Nothing but glass fragments; you have no use for them.
  
  > Pray
  Somehow, this seems like a good place to do so, if you were so inclined. However, you can hear a voice in your head: "Not to me - not now."
  
  > go to the north
  Intersection, in the underground
  You seem to have come to an intersection in the underground passage, with a room to your south : the entry to it is glowing (so it seems) with a bright light, and the continuations of the corridor east and west.
  
  > Go east
  Dead end, in the underground
  The seemingly interminable underground passage comes to an abrupt and unexpected end here, with no exits save a series of steps leading upwards, and a return back west, where you came from.
  
  > go upwards
  The steps end abruptly in a series of partially broken boards. Those remaining are too strong to be dislodged, but through the spaces you can see a small chamber.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a golden key
  a small metal bug
  a glass vial
  a torn newspaper page
  Legal Form 67
  a yellow flower
  a strange letter
  a pale blue dress (being worn)
  
  > read the letter
  You don't know how the letter got here, and it's not addressed to you. Anyway, you read it through...
  
  Europe, July 14th, 2883.
  
  Dear Vanessa,
  Unforseen circumstances have forced me, without any sensible or honourable alternative, to leave you abruptly, without warning, without even the consolation - pardon my grandiosity - of a fond farewell. I have not been permitted to reveal more than this, even to you whom I could trust above anyone else, dearest - for the hand and mind that drive me at this moment are not my own. Rest assured that, if you still - regardless of your own safety - want to follow me, I have left enough traces. Not too explicitly, of course - Nash is a fine old man, but I wouldn't want to involve him in this - but I am sure you will find a way. The key can be revealed in the usual way: table, place. There is little time to say more. Four digits alone.
  
  Yours,
  Janus.
  
  Bizarre, indeed.
  
  > look at the flower
  It's unlike any flower you've ever seen before; it has a single whorl of four pink petals, with irregular angles that hardly look natural, as if they represented some strange form of origami.
  
  > Go west
  Underground, in the workhouse
  You are in a large, spacious, white-tiled passageway, illuminated brightly and almost blindingly by light from an unknown source. It runs further east almost endlessly, and seems not to have any side-passages.
  
  > Go upward
  Workhouse, in Charlestown
  From its attitude of desolation, from its decrepit appearance, you realize that this cannot be anything other than that despised institution, the workhouse. Strangely, no cries, no disturbing sounds, can be heard though you strain your ears, and though the place is deserted and disused, there are no signs of outright squalor. The furniture is of surprisingly good quality, though probably second-hand, and there is nothing creaky about the floor-boards as you tread on them. The passage you came through leads north, and another corridor seems to leads east.
  
  The cellar door, under your feet, is open and leads into an illuminated passage.
  
  The passage to the east is blocked by a black door.
  
  > unlock the door with the key
  Which do you mean, the cellar door or the east door?
  
  > knock on black door
  No reply, I'm afraid.
  
  > look at the statue
  It's the statue of a rather fat man, of ridiculously ill-matched proportions, holding a club or baton of some sort, and resting on a large pedestal which bears an inscription.
  
  > read the pedestal
  JOEL SWEENEY (1814-1892)
  
  Liberator of the Masses
  
  > Go east
  Main Street, in Charlestown
  This is a slightly brighter and more residential portion of Charlestown. North of you is a small house, whose door stands open, and south of you is a large, imposing mansion. The street leads back west, as well as continuing east.
  
  Logically enough, the door to the mansion is closed.
  
  > examine the door
  A gilded door, small and stylish, with a nameplate on the outside.
  
  > read the nameplate
  "Sailors' Rest"
  Leon and Judith Gold
  
  > unlock the door with the key
  You unlock the gilded door.
  
  > open the door
  You open the gilded door.
  
  > Go north
  A dull, dingy, dirty place, with absolutely no redeeming feature save a hundred years' dust and neglect. All the 29th Century aesthete in you revolts against it. Even assuming that you can conquer those tendencies, though, there seems to be no exit, except the way you came in.
  
  A voice transmitter, as sooty as the rest of the shack, lies neglected.
  
  > examine transmitter
  It looks like a radio or voice transmitter module, with a speaker and a switch, but no other buttons.
  The voice transmitter is currently switched off.
  
  > turn on the transmitter
  As you flip the switch, the transmitter suddenly comes to life.
  
  "Ah, your game is up, Mbelwe", an unctuous voice says, through the distorting speaker. "No one can save you now."
  
  > take the transmitter
  That's fixed in place.
  
  There is silence for a while.
  
  > listen
  You hear nothing unexpected.
  
  There is silence for a while.
  
  > look at the transmitter
  It looks like a radio or voice transmitter module, with a speaker and a switch, but no other buttons.
  The voice transmitter is currently switched on.
  
  "Now, are you going to tell me where that insult to humanity, Author, is hiding? I shall wring his neck!"
  
  > Wait
  Time passes.
  
  Silence.
  
  > wait
  Time passes.
  
  "Go to hell", a voice replies, faintly.