Start of a transcript of
JIGSAW
An Interactive History
Copyright (c) 1995 by Graham Nelson
Release 3 / Serial number 951129 / Inform v1600 Library 6/1
Standard interpreter 1.1
Interpreter 1 Version C / Library serial number 951024

>se
The railings around the square have no convenient gate here.

>tell bobby about petrol bomb
The bobby whirls around, startled, and peers through the railings to see you. "Cripes," he exclaims, and strides back at a fair lick to the circle of policemen around the Square.

>undo
Russell Square
[Previous turn undone.]

>give newspaper to bobby
(the crumpled newspaper to the Bobby)
The bobby whirls around, startled, and peers through the railings to see you. "Cripes," he exclaims, and strides back at a fair lick to the circle of policemen around the Square.

>undo
Russell Square
[Previous turn undone.]

>nw

Near Fountain
The water to the fountain appears to have been turned off, but a cherub still gasps upward at the night sky. The square-crossing path runs southeast and northwest.

A nightingale is perched in the fountain-bowl.

>nw

Russell Square
The grass is slightly sunken, and the bordering trees cast dense shadows, so the interior of the square is quite well-concealed from the distant policemen. A paved path runs southeast.

A poster (the kind which tends to roll up) rolls about.

Apparently oblivious to goings-on around, Black is sitting crouched over what looks alarmingly like a large petrol bomb.

Black hefts the petrol-bomb, trying to gauge its weight.

>get poster
Taken.

>x it
An advertising poster which complacent men never give a second glance, this one's by the W.S.P.U. and depicts "What A Man Can Be And Still Have The Vote" (a drunkard, an idler, a criminal and so on), contrasted with "What A Woman Can Be And Yet Not Have The Vote" (a scholar, a doctor, a mother and so on). The men look shifty and ugly, the women are saints.

Black consults a pocket-watch, pensively.

>i
You are carrying:
  a poster
  a crumpled newspaper
  wheels III and I
  a cloth cap (being worn)
  a sparkler (providing light)
  a canvas rucksack (which is open)
    a spent cartridge
    a RZ-ROV gadget
    a beige folder
    a Geiger counter
    Rukl's "Atlas of the Moon"
    a British Army officer's uniform
    a wooden broom
    a cargo capsule (which is empty)
    a gnomon
    Waldo
    a mandolin
    a box of mosquito powder
    a Sixth Officer's jacket
    Place Names of Carolina
    a green cap
    a Richard's anemometer
    a paper dart
    a madeleine cake
    Black's Kaldecki detector
    a second note from Black
    a first aid box (which is closed)
    the 1911 Boy's Book of the Sea
    a curious device
    the Victorian ormolu clock
    Emily's sketch book
    a charcoal pencil
    three keys:
      a little key
      a elegant key
      a tagged key
    two newspapers:
      an historic edition of Pravda
      Le Figaro
    an intercept
    a travel permit
    a checklist
    a chit signed by Lenin
    a handwritten invitation card
    a White Star Line scribbled-on towel
    a folded note
    a white party ticket

>show poster to black
Black is unimpressed.

Black gives the petrol an amateurish slosh.

>fold poster
That hardly seems worthwhile.

>turn poster
Nothing obvious happens.

Black yawns, looking at a pocket-watch.

>show newspaper to black
(the crumpled newspaper to Black)
Black is unimpressed.

>give newspaper to black
(the crumpled newspaper to Black)
Black seems quite well-equipped as it is.

Black checks the rag nervously.

>search black
You find nothing of interest.

>nw

Railings around Russell Square
Russell Square, reads the plaque a few inches from your eyes, which makes this London. These railings surround a green, tree-lined square, and are themselves surrounded by genteel houses; the municipal gas-lamps are lit.

A gaggle of bobbies rings the square on almost every side.

Militant suffragettes are gathered in the Square, and there's an uneasy stand-off between the opposing forces, which seems to have lasted some time.

>e
The bobbies won't let anyone through their loose cordon, so you can only slip in to the gardens.

>s
The bobbies won't let anyone through their loose cordon, so you can only slip in to the gardens.

Police whistles are heard in the distance.

>nw
The bobbies won't let anyone through their loose cordon, so you can only slip in to the gardens.

>se
The bobbies won't let anyone through their loose cordon, so you can only slip in to the gardens.

Two sergeants confer, over in one corner of the Square.

>in

Russell Square
The grass is slightly sunken, and the bordering trees cast dense shadows, so the interior of the square is quite well-concealed from the distant policemen. A paved path runs southeast.

Apparently oblivious to goings-on around, Black is sitting crouched over what looks alarmingly like a large petrol bomb.

>e

Railings around Russell Square
Russell Square, reads the plaque a few inches from your eyes, which makes this London. These railings surround a green, tree-lined square, and are themselves surrounded by genteel houses; the municipal gas-lamps are lit.

A gaggle of bobbies rings the square on almost every side.

Militant suffragettes are gathered in the Square, and there's an uneasy stand-off between the opposing forces, which seems to have lasted some time.

There's a sudden, horrible pause.

>z
Time passes.

>z
Time passes.

The militants begin to chant something.

>z
Time passes.

Police whistles are heard in the distance.

>z
Time passes.

>z
Time passes.

>in

Russell Square
The grass is slightly sunken, and the bordering trees cast dense shadows, so the interior of the square is quite well-concealed from the distant policemen. A paved path runs southeast.

Apparently oblivious to goings-on around, Black is sitting crouched over what looks alarmingly like a large petrol bomb.

>se

Near Fountain
The water to the fountain appears to have been turned off, but a cherub still gasps upward at the night sky. The square-crossing path runs southeast and northwest.

A nightingale is perched in the fountain-bowl.

>se

Russell Square
The far end of the Square, which is especially shady owing to the irregular placing of the gas-lamps; a paved path runs northwest.

On the other side of the railings, a lone policeman stands guard with his back to you, whistling off-key.

>throw poster
Dropped.

The bobby runs out of tune, and begins whistling another.

>undo
Russell Square
[Previous turn undone.]

>distract bobby
That's not a verb I recognise.

>nnw
That's not a verb I recognise.

>nw

Near Fountain
The water to the fountain appears to have been turned off, but a cherub still gasps upward at the night sky. The square-crossing path runs southeast and northwest.

A nightingale is perched in the fountain-bowl.

>ne
The grass looks a little muddy, and there's a perfectly good path.

>sw
The grass looks a little muddy, and there's a perfectly good path.

>enter fountain
That's not something you can enter.

>climb fountain
I don't think much is to be achieved by that.

>u
The grass looks a little muddy, and there's a perfectly good path.

>se

Russell Square
The far end of the Square, which is especially shady owing to the irregular placing of the gas-lamps; a paved path runs northwest.

On the other side of the railings, a lone policeman stands guard with his back to you, whistling off-key.

>hit railings
Violence isn't the answer to this one.

>i
You are carrying:
  a poster
  a crumpled newspaper
  wheels III and I
  a cloth cap (being worn)
  a sparkler (providing light)
  a canvas rucksack (which is open)
    a spent cartridge
    a RZ-ROV gadget
    a beige folder
    a Geiger counter
    Rukl's "Atlas of the Moon"
    a British Army officer's uniform
    a wooden broom
    a cargo capsule (which is empty)
    a gnomon
    Waldo
    a mandolin
    a box of mosquito powder
    a Sixth Officer's jacket
    Place Names of Carolina
    a green cap
    a Richard's anemometer
    a paper dart
    a madeleine cake
    Black's Kaldecki detector
    a second note from Black
    a first aid box (which is closed)
    the 1911 Boy's Book of the Sea
    a curious device
    the Victorian ormolu clock
    Emily's sketch book
    a charcoal pencil
    three keys:
      a little key
      a elegant key
      a tagged key
    two newspapers:
      an historic edition of Pravda
      Le Figaro
    an intercept
    a travel permit
    a checklist
    a chit signed by Lenin
    a handwritten invitation card
    a White Star Line scribbled-on towel
    a folded note
    a white party ticket

The bobby runs out of tune, and begins whistling another.

>throw sparkler
Dropped.

>get sparkler
Taken.

>play mandolin
With stately aplomb, you pick out the slow movement of Vivaldi's Concerto RV 532 in G Major.

>hide
That's not a verb I recognise.

>nw

Near Fountain
The water to the fountain appears to have been turned off, but a cherub still gasps upward at the night sky. The square-crossing path runs southeast and northwest.

A nightingale is perched in the fountain-bowl.

>nw

Russell Square
The grass is slightly sunken, and the bordering trees cast dense shadows, so the interior of the square is quite well-concealed from the distant policemen. A paved path runs southeast.

Apparently oblivious to goings-on around, Black is sitting crouched over what looks alarmingly like a large petrol bomb.

Black consults a modern-style British Museum guidebook.

>get bomb
That seems to belong to Black.

>hit black
Now, you've seen Black's contemptuous look, and don't want to see it again.

Black hefts the petrol-bomb, trying to gauge its weight.

>w

Railings around Russell Square
Russell Square, reads the plaque a few inches from your eyes, which makes this London. These railings surround a green, tree-lined square, and are themselves surrounded by genteel houses; the municipal gas-lamps are lit.

A gaggle of bobbies rings the square on almost every side.

Militant suffragettes are gathered in the Square, and there's an uneasy stand-off between the opposing forces, which seems to have lasted some time.

One of the suffragettes kicks a small pebble across the square.

>in

Russell Square
The grass is slightly sunken, and the bordering trees cast dense shadows, so the interior of the square is quite well-concealed from the distant policemen. A paved path runs southeast.

Apparently oblivious to goings-on around, Black is sitting crouched over what looks alarmingly like a large petrol bomb.

>se

Near Fountain
The water to the fountain appears to have been turned off, but a cherub still gasps upward at the night sky. The square-crossing path runs southeast and northwest.

A nightingale is perched in the fountain-bowl.

>se

Russell Square
The far end of the Square, which is especially shady owing to the irregular placing of the gas-lamps; a paved path runs northwest.

On the other side of the railings, a lone policeman stands guard with his back to you, whistling off-key.

The bobby runs out of tune, and begins whistling another.

>n
The railings around the square have no convenient gate here.

The bobby runs out of tune, and begins whistling another.

>w
The railings around the square have no convenient gate here.

The bobby runs out of tune, and begins whistling another.

>