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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

>drink absinthe
You sway dizzily under the impact. No wonder it's banned these days. As you blink open your eyes, you're startled to find yourself...

Hallucinating
A hazy, purple vision of a fashionable soiree, where ladies sweep by in jewelled dresses and gentlemen stand puffing cigars, their top hats resting by their feet. A few musicians are ploughing through Debussy's string quartet, and the walls contain sculpture and impressionist paintings, so it must be very avant-garde.

Black is also here, wearing that mocking smile, standing elegantly by the side of the Louis XIV dance floor.

>x black
You can't help feeling there's something more chic to do instead.

>black, hello
Your tongue is furred up.

>dance with black
You sway woozily around the dance floor, only just able to stand and held up mainly by Black. Although it's obvious to you how your brilliant conversation sparkles, somehow you suspect that Black doesn't see it that way.

One particularly thorough lurch later, the purple haze returns...

Avenue Kleber
This is one of the avenues meeting at the Arc de Triomphe, and at this time of night carriages still hurtle down the cobbles, their sprung wheels sparking off the stone, horses steaming in the warm air.

[Your score has just gone up by one point.]

>i
You are carrying:
  Le Figaro
  a Sixth Officer's jacket (being worn)
  a White Star Line scribbled-on towel
  Black's Kaldecki detector
  a second note from Black
  a canvas rucksack (which is open)
    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
    two keys:
      a elegant key
      a tagged key
    a folded note
    a white party ticket
  a sparkler (providing light)

>e

Paris by Night
You are in a warren of twisty little Parisian streets, all alike, which strike out in all directions.

An ageing aristocrat, with rouged cheeks, hurries by on some disreputable business to the northwest.

>n

Avenue Kleber
This is one of the avenues meeting at the Arc de Triomphe, and at this time of night carriages still hurtle down the cobbles, their sprung wheels sparking off the stone, horses steaming in the warm air.

>s

Rue Hamelin
A quiet, narrow and gloomy Parisian street, running south downhill to the Seine and north uphill to the Avenue Kleber. It is the dead of night, though the air is warm. Despite the seedy look, the brass name-plates on the door belong to the minor nobility.

The door of number 44 stands ajar.

>e

44, Rue Hamelin
A dark, high-ceilinged entrance foyer, adding to the seedy atmosphere of gloom. A broad staircase is barred by locked doors, but there is a metal cage-lift shaft. On one side is a glass window to the concierge's office, which is dark and silent. A door to the west leads out to the street.

The cage lift stands open at this floor.

A handsome uniformed boy politely does not stare at you.

>w

Rue Hamelin
A quiet, narrow and gloomy Parisian street, running south downhill to the Seine and north uphill to the Avenue Kleber. It is the dead of night, though the air is warm. Despite the seedy look, the brass name-plates on the door belong to the minor nobility.

The door of number 44 stands ajar.

>s

The Seine
Paris in the spring time... the blossom scent on the trees, the last strollers along the banks to the west and in the Trocadero across the river, the great skeletal A of the Eiffel Tower... You inhale the scents of night, and sneeze with hay fever.

A small coin lies among the fallen blossom.

>get coin
You stoop down for the coin, still swaying unevenly on your feet after the absinthe, then collapse forward all over the pavement. At least you manage to salvage the coin if not your dignity.

>w

Maison du The
In other words, a rather dark and gloomy tea-shop beside the river, to which none of the lustre of Paris has attached. The river bank runs east.

A tall grandfather clock stands immobile behind the counter.

In one corner is a bowl of jasmine tea nobody seems to have noticed.

>get tea
Under the eyes of the staff, walking off with the tea is out of the question.

>save
Ok.

>quit
Are you sure you want to quit? yes