text: [Themes: Mystery, detective]
  
  > go downwards
  You rush down the fire escape but unfortunately, the cops are at the bottom waiting for you.
  
  There is a brief struggle as the cops surround you. By the time it's over, a few cops are sporting shiners and you've become intimate with a pair of handcuffs.
  
  The cops toss you in the back of a squad car and haul you downtown.
  
  After a brief stay as a guest of the local tax payers, you're brought up on charges. The rap is murder.
  
  You argue that you were set up but even Clancy can't help you now.
  
  "Come on, Clancy. You know me. You don't think that I did this do you?"
  
  "It doesn't matter what I'm thinking, Sam. That's for a jury to decide."
  
  Those words don't bring much comfort. Short odds are on a jury's being all too happy to believe that you did it, considering you were found sharing a room with a freshly stabbed corpse.
  
  "Off to bed, Junior" your mother says as she turns off the radio.
  
  "But ma! I need to know how Sam's going to get out of this one! Can't I please stay up a little longer?"
  
  "Sorry. You have school in the morning. You'll just have to ask your friends about it in the morning."
  
  > Up
  You can't go that way.
  
  Nope. More sirens. They're here all right. You'd better make yourself scarce quick Sam!
  
  > wait
  Time passes.
  
  > go west
  The bed is along the south wall. It's one of those nice mahogany sled-style beds. King-size.
  
  > Go west
  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.
  
  Soft music plays over the radio.
  
  Still more sirens. It looks like they've called in reinforcements.
  
  > open the door
  You open Bob Watterson's front door.
  
  The radio station is playing a love song by one of those crooners who are so popular these days.
  
  You're really starting to get nervous. There has to be a way out of this jam. There just has to be.
  
  > go to the north
  You can see some elevator doors (open), an elevator call button and Bob Watterson's front door here.
  
  Darn it! Nothing seems to be working! Quick, Sam! Think!
  
  > go to the north
  You can see a control panel here.
  
  They're probably getting ready to storm the building any minute now!
  
  > look at the ceiling
  You see nothing special about the ceiling.
  
  You hear the sound of a bull horn. "Alright, Sam! We know you're up there! Give yourself up!" Darn it! Who's the rat that tipped them off?
  
  > Go south
  You're in a small, tastefully decorated entry room flanked by the elevator to the north and an apartment to the south.
  
  You can see an apartment door, some elevator doors (open) and an elevator call button here.
  
  There's that bull horn again. "Give it up, Sam! There's no way out. We've got the place surrounded!"
  
  > knock on the door
  You knock on the door. An elderly voice says, "Who is it?"
  
  "Never mind, ma'am," you say, "wrong apartment."
  
  > go north
  You can see a control panel here.
  
  "That's it, Sam! We're coming up!"
  
  > go south
  You're in a small, tastefully decorated entry room flanked by the elevator to the north and an apartment to the south.
  
  You can see an apartment door, some elevator doors (open) and an elevator call button here.
  
  They're probably getting ready to burst in right now. If you're going to get out of here, now would be the time to do it!
  
  > knock on door
  You knock on the door. Some mug in a rumpled dress shirt opens the door, give you one look and says, "Hey! You're not Lenny." Looks like you found an Einstein.
  
  "Sorry, bud. Wrong apartment" you say as he closes the door.
  
  Panic starts to set in! They're going to be here any minute now!
  
  > Go north
  You can see a control panel here.
  
  There is a loud banging as the police smash their way in to the building. Soon the apartment building is crawling with armed cops. You try desperately to hide from them but it's no good. It doesn't take them too long to find you.
  
  There is a brief struggle as the cops surround you. By the time it's over, a few cops are sporting shiners and you've become intimate with a pair of handcuffs.
  
  The cops toss you in the back of a squad car and haul you downtown.
  
  After a brief stay as a guest of the local tax payers, you're brought up on charges. The rap is murder.
  
  You argue that you were set up but even Clancy can't help you now.
  
  "Come on, Clancy. You know me. You don't think that I did this do you?"
  
  "It doesn't matter what I'm thinking, Sam. That's for a jury to decide."
  
  Those words don't bring much comfort. Short odds are on a jury's being all too happy to believe that you did it, considering you were found sharing a room with a freshly stabbed corpse.
  
  "Off to bed, Junior" your mother says as she turns off the radio.
  
  "But ma! I need to know how Sam's going to get out of this one! Can't I please stay up a little longer?"
  
  "Sorry. You have school in the morning. You'll just have to ask your friends about it in the morning."
  
  > examine control
  The elevator control panel looks simple enough that even a dope like you could use it. It's got five buttons marked Floor 1 through Floor 5 on it.
  
  They're probably getting ready to burst in right now. If you're going to get out of here, now would be the time to do it!