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; WARNING -- This is a complete walkthru of the solution for
; Cliff Diver, Crime to the Ninth Power

; Do not read -- unless you you wish to know the complete solution

; Comment notations by Pat Farley, Game Author

; This is the introduction that begins the game:

  Cliff Diver: 681 Market St.  Rm. 210  San Francisco, Calif.  Fri, 6/10/1988

  I had been investigating a lead on a murder over in the Sunset district and
  by ten-thirty I was about as worn-down as Milli LeMuir's welcome mat. After
  running halfway around the Mission district, I figured it a nice gesture to
  show up at my office and catch up on some paperwork. I was just locking the
  files when I noticed a faded folder laying off by itself. I was so tired, I
  didn't even remember setting it on the desk. The label on the cover read:

  ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗
  ║ Ricardo Zamboni & The Zamboni Corporation:  Current Investigation: OPEN ║
  ╚═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝

  With Barbera in her holster and my butt in its chair, I quietly flipped the
  folder open to the first set of reports. Like a child reading Dick Tracy by
  flashlight after everybody in the house fell asleep, I read newspaper clip-
  pings and police reports under the harsh glare of my desklamp. One hour and
  a half-dozen reports later, old case memories began to rise to the surface.

  Ricardo Zamboni was the patriarch of a powerful business family, with major
  world-wide companies; each tied to a central headquarters building, located
  somewhere within the city's financial district. In order to remain close to
  his business, Ricardo moved his entire family into his company's penthouse.

  Ricardo invested millions into the building's design, insisting that it not
  look like a major business building, but like any other building. After ten
  months of extensive renovation it looked so much like most other buildings,
  people began to believe the Zamboni headquarters had been destroyed. No one
  had a clue as to what was going on inside. Anyone entering without permiss-
  ion, or "invited" to visit the building, quickly learned what was going on.
  Federal officials had nothing on Zamboni, not even so much as an address.

  Ricardo ran his "operation" for fifty years, until his death in 1985. Three
  days after a lavish and expensive funeral, Joseph Zamboni, Ricardo's oldest
  son, claimed command of the company in a lengthy and expensive court battle
  and sent the business world spinning by announcing there was no "operation"
  connected with the name Zamboni. In a public media/press appearance, Joseph
  read from prepared statements, telling the roomful of reporters that he was
  prepared to fight to clear the Zamboni name of any illegal connections.

  Joseph informed the media that the corporation would retain the building as
  a private family residence, and that its address would remain secret in the
  interest of the family. Afterwards, as the reporters made a mad dash to the
  telephones, a young news reporter spoke up, asking about an unsubstantiated
  rumor concerning Ricardo. The question never received an answer, as Joseph,
  surrounded by several guards dressed in jet-black overcoats, stepped down a
  backstage ramp and into a waiting limousine. The black car drove off, diss-
  appearing without a trace into the night. The reporters knew better than to
  try and follow the elusive dark limousine to its secret underground garage.

  I happened to be on a case that evening and found myself in the hotel where
  Joseph's conference was taking place. While everything he said sounded good
  on paper to the reporters, the former cop inside of me had its doubts.

  That was why I had kept the case open all this time, filing the notes I had
  collected. Something was happening at Zamboni Central. Something illegal. I
  knew it was just a matter of time before the Zamboni family grew careless.

  I was so caught up in the memory of the case, I didn't notice the two black
  overcoats that ambled into my office. Catching a whiff of cheap aftershave,
  I looked up - into the barrel of a .357 Magnum. In this business a gun is a
  heater is a gat; there's no difference. I leaned back. Odd, my chair didn't
  rock as far as it used to (probably bumping against the wall). I raised the
  brim of my faded fedora and looked the owner right in the belt buckle. This
  wall of muscles wasn't going to be any problem. I knew how to handle him.

  "What can I do for you," I asked, expecting nothing from the neanderthal in
  front of me. I was shocked by his vocal resonance. His cultured audio tones
  seemed to issue from an area above, below and behind me.

  "Mr. Zamboni requests the pleasure of your company at his residence, sir."

  I leaned forward; eyebrow raised. "And if I should choose to refuse, sir?"

  The only other time I'd seen so many stars in one place was during the show
  at the Planetarium in Golden Gate Park. Later, after I came to, I felt back
  behind my neck. Yep, there it was, just where I expected it to be; one lump
  about the size of a peach pit and the shape of a leather blackjack (ow!).

; Now we begin the game:

; PF: Cliff comes to on the Ninth Floor of the Zamboni Building...
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
I'm in the middle of a long hallway that runs from east to west. There's what
looks like an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Ninth Floor: Reception Room >>
This looks like a waiting room outside someone's office. If it is, the office
should be through that east door, over there.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: South Office >>
Whoever works in here enjoys the outdoors, going off and leaving that south
window open. There's a ledge outside, but not a whole lot of ledge. In fact,
what little ledge there is barely covers the width of the window.

Boy, it's cold out there tonight.

  There's an executive desk over there, along that east wall.
    There's a wooden drawer. (in the desk)

Now what? OPEN THE DRAWER
The wooden drawer is now open.

Now what? SEARCH THE DRAWER
The grain on the drawer matches the surface of the desk perfectly.

That's the signature of a well-built, solid oak desk. We're talking at least
$3,975, plus $172.95 in air shipping (FOB, east coast) and handling costs.
    There's one of those aluminum flashlights. (in the drawer)

Now what? GET THE FLASHLIGHT
Get the flashlight?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the flashlight.

Now what? WEST
<< Ninth Floor: Reception Room >>
This looks like a waiting room outside someone's office. If it is, the office
should be through that east door, over there.

Now what? NORTH
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
I'm in the middle of a long hallway that runs from east to west. There's what
looks like an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
The hallway continues to the east. There's an open doorway to the north.

Now what? NORTH
<< Ninth Floor: Reception Room >>
This looks like a waiting room outside someone's office. If it is, the office
should be through that west door, over there.

Now what? WEST
<< Ninth Floor: North Office >>
For cryin' out loud, a genuine nine-to-five office.

You know, over half a ton of reports, invoices and memos flow through one of
these drywall-padded cells in just one work day. With all that paper flying
across his desk, the squirrel who lives here probably couldn't even tell you
what he was signing his name to, the poor guy.

  Look, there's your proof. There's a business memo on the floor.

Now what? GET THE MEMO AND READ IT
Get the memo?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the memo.
┌────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
│                       ∙ The  Zamboni  Corporation ∙                        │
│                       ∙∙∙ "We put them on ice!" ∙∙∙                        │
│                                                                            │
│                       ·····M·E·M·O·R·A·N·D·U·M·····                        │
│                                                                            │
│               To:  Business Accounting Data Entry Personnel.               │
│                 Re: Computerized Business Accounting Data.                 │
│                                                                            │
│ All data files must be backed up and secured by the close of today's busi- │
│ ness. You will be held responsible for any damaged data or data media. The │
│ videotape of last night's news broadcast will provide further information. │
└────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘

Now what? DROP THE MEMO
I drop the business memo.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: Reception Room >>
This looks like a waiting room outside someone's office. If it is, the office
should be through that west door, over there.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
The hallway continues to the east. There's an open doorway to the north.

Now what? WEST
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
I'm in the middle of a long hallway that runs from east to west. There's what
looks like an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? WEST
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
An intersection. The hallway continues along to the west. There's an open area
to the north and a room off to the south.

Now what? NORTH
<< Ninth Floor: Security >>
A security area. Not surprising, considering who's building this is.

Ricardo may never have read one book about architecture, but he could speak
volumes about security. I'll bet he has security checks run on every person
going into or out of this place.

Whatever Zamboni wanted to secure must be in that room off to the west.

  There's a metal key hanging on the east wall.
  There's a folding chair over near the north wall.

Now what? GET THE KEY AND THE CHAIR
Get the key?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the key.
Get the chair?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the chair.

Now what? WEST
<< Ninth Floor: Board Room >>
And it was from this lofty tower that his majesty gazed out upon his empire.

With the press of one button, from the comfort of his upholstered executive
throne, Ricardo could talk with any of his world-wide business associates
electronically as easy as you and I talk face to face.

If these monitors could retain and playback the way you and I listen and
speak, imagine the business dealings - legal and illegal - they could
discuss.

  There's a digital vcr built into the west wall.
  ...did I forget my-- Nah, I couldn't do that twice in one week...
  There's an odd-looking clock built into the north wall.

Now what? PLAY THE VCR
The vcr makes a grinding sound for a couple of seconds, then settles into its
PLAY mode. One of the monitors lights up, showing Jessica Seltzer, news anchor
for The KSFT 6:00 Evening Report.

"In local news, SFG&E has put the finishing touches on its new twenty million
 dollar Noe Valley sub-station. The city's power distribution system is sched-
 uled to be re-routed around 12:45 in the morning the day after tomorrow. The
 financial district has been advised that switchovers can cause blackouts that
 could damage sensitive electronic equipment. SFG&E informed us that the city
 could expect a minor interruption lasting from five to not more than ten min-
 utes in duration.

 This new sub-station could not have been realized without the finacial back-
 ing of several major financial organizations. A generous donation was pro-
 vided by The Zamboni Corporation, who, for many years, has sponsored loca--"

I press the STOP button and wait as the tape rewinds itself. The LED began to
flash as the vcr ground to a halt. I figured the city had heard enough report
for one evening.

Now what? ASK THE CLOCK ABOUT THE TIME
The clock comes alive with an orange light pulsating to loud surfing music. An
electronic voice speaks from somewhere behind the plastic circle.
"Yo!  Cowabunga, dude. Time to, like, scope out some radical waves!" [-click-]

I start to say something, but the adrenalin-charged voice interrupts me.
"TURN IT DOWN, DUDE! (ow!)  You're throwin' off my timin' circuits!" [-click-]

The music stops as the clock pauses. The saltwater-stained voice seems to be
less energetic, almost as though it sensed that it was well after sundown.

"It's 28 minutes past the hour of midnight ... dude!  G'night." [-click-]

Like sunset drawing the curtain on a day at the beach, the orange light slowly
fades away from the face of the odd-looking clock. Thanks for the time, dude.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: Security >>
A security area. Not surprising, considering who's building this is.

Ricardo may never have read one book about architecture, but he could speak
volumes about security. I'll bet he has security checks run on every person
going into or out of this place.

Whatever Zamboni wanted to secure must be in that room off to the west.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
An intersection. The hallway continues along to the west. There's an open area
to the north and a room off to the south.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
I'm in the middle of a long hallway that runs from east to west. There's what
looks like an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
The hallway continues to the east. There's an open doorway to the north.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the road. This is as far east as this hallway can go. There's a doorway
just off to the south.
  There's a two-piece metal door set into the north wall.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Ninth Floor: Maintenance >>
All the janitors, plumbers and electricians store their supplies in here.
  There's a metal locker standing against the south wall.

Now what? OPEN THE LOCKER WITH THE KEY
I have opened the metal locker with the key.

Now what? SEARCH THE LOCKER
Steel re-enforced doors, aluminum handles and recessed security hinges.

That bothers me. Why would anyone need a heavy-duty locker to store carpet
cleaner, pipe putty, instant coffee and light bulbs?
    There's a roll of black plastic tape on the shelf. (in the locker)

Now what? GET THE TAPE
Get the tape?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the tape.

Now what? NORTH
<< Ninth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the road. This is as far east as this hallway can go. There's a doorway
just off to the south.
  There's a two-piece metal door set into the north wall.

Now what? INVENTORY
I'm carrying the following:
  aluminum flashlight
  metal key
  folding chair
  plastic tape
I am wearing the following:
  brown trenchcoat
  working outfit

; PF: Cliff must wait until the power goes out in the financial district and
the lights go out in the building (at 43 moves). A first-time player would use
this time to read the business memo in the office, play the vcr in the Board
Room, ask the clock about the time and get some idea about live wires. Veteran
players would assemble the necessary inventory in less than 43 moves and waste
time until the lights out sequence.

; PF: The lights out sequence puts Cliff in a dark room without reference to
location. If Cliff moves one direction the game will end. If he has the flash-
light, he'll be sent to the room he started the adventure from.

; PF: I showed you the memo, played the vcr, spoke with the clock and brought
together everything I needed. I walked up and down the hall until 43 moves had
been made...

<< Ninth Floor: >>
All the lights are out. I can't see a blasted thing in here.  Nothin'

Now what? LIGHT THE FLASHLIGHT
There, I can see. Not a whole heck of a lot, but I can tell where I am now.
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
I'm in the middle of a long hallway that runs from east to west. There's what
looks like an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: Hall >>
The hallway continues to the east. There's an open doorway to the north.

Now what? EAST
<< Ninth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the road. This is as far east as this hallway can go. There's a doorway
just off to the south.
  There's a two-piece metal door set into the north wall.

Now what? PUSH THE DOOR
A sensor causes hydraulic valves to open overhead. The door vibrates slightly
before opening down the middle, sliding into left and right wall pockets.

As I step through, keeping an eye on the panels, more valves open overhead.
With a collective sigh all the valves reset as the door closes.

<< Ninth Floor: Elevator >>
I personally don't care much for elevators.

You know those glass ones that crawl along the outside of a building?  Keep em'
Give me a sturdy flight of stairs any day.

  There's a brass button built into the east wall.
  There's a wooden hatch up in the ceiling.
  There's a two-piece metal door set into the south wall.

Now what? DROP THE CHAIR
I drop the folding chair.

Now what? CLIMB ON THE CHAIR
These chairs are rather shaky and unstable, but I can manage. From here I can
just reach the handle on the hatch and slide it open.

There, that's got it. It's open. Now I can climb up into the elevator shaft.

<< Ninth Floor: (above elevator) >>
For cryin' out loud!  Now I know how poor old Gepetto must have felt after he
was swallowed by that whale.

  There are two clipped wires hanging beside the elevator cables.

Now what? TAPE THE WIRES
I reach out to take hold of the wires and pull them toward me. After twisting
them together, I tape the twist to secure it.

Like a surgeon setting a broken bone, I gently release the wire and watch it
settle down next to the other cables.

The only thing that would set it apart from the others is that bulge where the
two wires were joined. Black plastic tape covers the joint.

Now what? DOWN
<< Ninth Floor: Elevator >>
I personally don't care much for elevators.

You know those glass ones that crawl along the outside of a building?  Keep em'
Give me a sturdy flight of stairs any day.

  There's a folding chair over near the north wall.
  There's a brass button built into the east wall.
  There's a wooden hatch up in the ceiling.
  There's a two-piece metal door set into the south wall.

Now what? PUSH THE BUTTON
The button resists my touch.

Now what? WAIT
Time passes...

; PF: Continue to wait until power and lights come back on at 57 moves...

Hey, look at that. The power and lights are back on. Somebody paid their bill.

Now what? PUSH THE BUTTON
With a short downward lurch, the elevator begins its descent. As quickly as it
started, the trip comes to a halt just one floor down. The doors quietly open
and I step out to give the place a customary once-over. All that ... for this.

Well, perhaps what I gathered together upstairs will come in handy down here.

Before I can turn around and inventory what I have, the doors close. Overhead
all the valves open, dumping the valuable air supply they had built up. Some-
thing tells me this door won't open, no matter how hard I try.

Swell.

; PF: From this point on there's no threat of time passage...

<< Eighth Floor: East Lobby >>
If I didn't know better, I'd swear I was standing in the old Egyptian theater.

That old movie palace had a lobby that would have made Mark Anthony homesick.
Plush ruby-red carpets, spot lighting in the corners. And the popcorn... made
by a true theater gourmet. Melted butter, every kernal popped and not a single
puff burnt. Ah, my cinematic friend, those were, indeed, the days.

There's more of this to the west and a dimly-lit room off to the south.

Now what? WEST
<< Eighth Floor: West Lobby >>
Zamboni and his business associates would relax down here after business. This
lobby opens out onto a cocktail, dinner and dance floor. Nothing but polished
floorboards to the west and on up to the north.

There's an open doorway just off to the immediate north.

Now what? NORTH
<< Eighth Floor: Coat Check >>
It's just a hunch, but by the lingering scent and the way the power and phone
outlets are grouped, I'd say two gals ran this operation; a great set of legs
out front and a smart set of grey cells back here. The smart one would have a
cordless phone and data terminal tied into one of the city larger banks.

While Beauty checked in your fur, Brain checked out your credit limit.

  There's some nylon rope coiled up over in the corner.

Now what? GET THE ROPE
Get the rope?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the rope.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Eighth Floor: West Lobby >>
Zamboni and his business associates would relax down here after business. This
lobby opens out onto a cocktail, dinner and dance floor. Nothing but polished
floorboards to the west and on up to the north.

There's an open doorway just off to the immediate north.

Now what? WEST
<< Eighth Floor: S-E Ballroom >>
Whoever has the cleaning contract for this room could retire after five or ten
buffings, eight build-up removals and a dozen baseboard touch-up jobs.

This place is more open and far more fancy than that lobby.

Now what? WEST
<< Eighth Floor: S-W Ballroom >>
You could pack 100-- no wait... 200 people on this dance floor-- all dancing,
and not hear one person complain of elbow bumping. That's how big this dance
hall layout is.

There's an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? WEST
<< Eighth Floor: Bandstand-S. >>
Woody Herman's entire orchestra could fit up here and still have room for one
grand piano, two soloists and three back-up singers (doo-wah doo-wah doo-wah).

There's more of this to the north and an open area off to the south.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Eighth Floor: Storage Area >>
Musicians store instrument cases, folding chairs and music stands back here.

This place has certainly seen its share of band members who sat out, or more
than likely slept off, one or two music sessions.

  There's a large orange bottle laying on the floor.
  There's a small pill here.

Now what? GET THE PILL
Get the pill?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the pill.

Now what? NORTH
<< Eighth Floor: Bandstand-S. >>
Woody Herman's entire orchestra could fit up here and still have room for one
grand piano, two soloists and three back-up singers (doo-wah doo-wah doo-wah).

There's more of this to the north and an open area off to the south.

Now what? NORTHEAST
<< Eighth Floor: N-W Ballroom >>
This ballroom makes Das Rhineskeller in Berlin's Frauhauffer Hotel look like
the banquet hall at The Alameda Inn. If Joseph had his 16th birthday party
here, and he spied a good looking babe across the room, over there, he'd be
17 by the time he got to her table.

I'll lay you odds they have the silverware put away under armed guard.

  There's a large aquarium standing in front of the north windows.
  For cryin' out loud!  That's a deadly piranha.

Now what? DROP THE PILL
Gotcha (wink!).

Standing by the window, I look out at the marina, softly whistling the theme
from Gilligan's Island and watching the piranha out the corner of my eye. When
he turns to look out the window, I drop the pill into the water and turn away,
cupping my hand over my mouth.

"There goes my hat, little buddy."  [HIGHER VOICE]  "I'll get it, Skipper"

He fell for it. When the pill hit the water, he spun around, opened that yap of
his, and it dissappeared like a quarter down a sewer. This fish may be a man-
eater, but he and his whole family are about as bright as a pack of burnt-out
lightbulbs.

Drowsy?, somnolent?, lethargic?, soporific?, hypnotic?, dreamy?  Yeah, I guess
that pretty much describes his condition.

Now what? GET THE FISH
Ok - ok. I roll up my sleeves and (yeach...) get the piranha.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Eighth Floor: S-W Ballroom >>
You could pack 100-- no wait... 200 people on this dance floor-- all dancing,
and not hear one person complain of elbow bumping. That's how big this dance
hall layout is.

There's an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Eighth Floor: Reception Room >>
This looks like another waiting room outside somebody's office. If it is, the
office should be through that east doorway, over there.

  A snarling doberman stands between me and the door.

Now what? THROW THE FISH AT THE DOG
I remember an article in The National Geographic saying:

  "The late Dr. Alexander Motham discovered an interesting characteristic of
   the South American piranha when his partner, Prof. Richard Whallerton dis-
   covered the fish in his sleeping bag. Whallerton reached in, grabbed the
   piranha, and threw it; discovering two additional facts. One, he had just
   thrown the piranha at Motham and, two, piranhas hate being thrown about."

This fish was no exception to the latter and, spinning about in mid-air, went
directly for the throat of the huge dog. Even half asleep, the piranha went at
it tooth and ... tooth. The doberman had no chance to escape being eaten alive,
and could only yip once as he died in a flurry of flashing scales. The piranha,
on the other hand, belched four times, rolled onto its side and fell asleep.

Now what? EAST
<< Eighth Floor: South Office >>
The layout of this office is exactly the same as the one upstairs. These two
people might just be related. They really seem to enjoy the great outdoors.

This person also went off and left that south window open.
Boy, it's cold out there tonight.

  There's another executive desk along the west wall.

Now what? TIE THE ROPE TO THE DESK
I tie one end of the rope around the leg of the desk. That should secure it.
Let's face it, if I paid $4,000 for a desk I'd want it to stay put.

Uncoiling the rope and checking it for breaks and tears, I drop the other end
out the open window.

Boy, it's cold out there tonight.

Now what? CLIMB DOWN THE ROPE
This takes me back to my high school days; physical education, early morning
class. We would warm-up by climbing ropes in the gym. Coach made it mandatory
by sticking our gym shorts to the top of the rope. By the time I graduated I
could climb up, get dressed and be back down in a little under twenty seconds.

Of course, back then I only had a few feet to drop, not eight stories.

There's just enough rope that I can make it down one story to what looks like
an open window on the next floor.

Boy, it's cold out here tonight.

MADE IT!  I'm on the seventh floor-- and without one single piece of inventory
from upstairs ... again!

Well, no time to go back up and get supplies. I better find out where I am.

<< Seventh Floor: South Hall >>
What a change in the atmosphere. Upstairs it was personable; the air was clean
and fresh. Down here it's technological. The smell of machine oil and cleaning
solvents hang in the air like the stench of a land fill on a hot afternoon.

There's a hallway ahead of me to the north and an open doorway to the east.

Now what? NORTH
<< Seventh Floor: West Hall >>
The hallway turns a corner here and continues on to the east. There's an open
doorway to the north and to the west.

Although there's light coming from the room off to the west, it doesn't look
too inviting.

Now what? NORTH
<< Seventh Floor: North Office >>
This looks like a workshop. There are a number of machines here, each capable
of performing a specialized operation on different types of material. These
adjustment controls appear to be marked off in metric units.

  There's a key machine over against that east wall.
    There's a copper sheet here. (in the machine)
    There's a black button. (in the machine)
    There's a clear plastic key form. (in the machine)

Now what? PUSH THE BUTTON
The button starts a heavy-duty motor connected to a screw drive that runs the
length of the machine. The drive pulls the form along under the reading guide.
That guide is connected to the blade by a metal arm.

The blade cuts a duplicate of the key form into the copper sheet. As the guide
reaches the end of the form, the machine flips both form and sheet over. The
machine then reverses the drive and cuts the other side of the key.

When the operation's finished, the button pops back out into its OFF position.

Now what? LOOK
<< Seventh Floor: North Office >>
This looks like a workshop. There are a number of machines here, each capable
of performing a specialized operation on different types of material. These
adjustment controls appear to be marked off in metric units.

  There's a key machine over against that east wall.
    There's a copper key here. (in the machine)
    There's a black button. (in the machine)
    There's a clear plastic key form. (in the machine)

Now what? GET THE KEY
Get the key?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the key.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Seventh Floor: West Hall >>
The hallway turns a corner here and continues on to the east. There's an open
doorway to the north and to the west.

Although there's light coming from the room off to the west, it doesn't look
too inviting.

Now what? WEST
<< Seventh Floor: Tool Locker >>
This is a large tool locker. A fellow could get lost in here.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Seventh Floor: Tool Locker >>
This is a large tool locker. A fellow could get lost in here.
  There's a large bottle sitting on the floor.

Now what? GET THE BOTTLE
Get the bottle?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the bottle.

Now what? NORTH
<< Seventh Floor: Tool Locker >>
This is a large tool locker. A fellow could get lost in here.

Now what? NORTHWEST
<< Seventh Floor: Tool Locker >>
This is a large tool locker. A fellow could get lost in here.
  There's a wooden step laying on the floor.

Now what? GET THE STEP
Get the step?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the step.

Now what? SOUTHEAST
<< Seventh Floor: Tool Locker >>
This is a large tool locker. A fellow could get lost in here.

Now what? EAST
<< Seventh Floor: West Hall >>
The hallway turns a corner here and continues on to the east. There's an open
doorway to the north and to the west.

Although there's light coming from the room off to the west, it doesn't look
too inviting.

Now what? EAST
<< Seventh Floor: Hall >>
End of the line. This is the east end of the hallway.

  There's a wooden door here, set into the east wall.

Now what? OPEN THE DOOR WITH THE KEY
I didn't get a chance to polish the key, so it takes a couple tries to slip it
into the lock. After unlocking it, the solid oak door opens on well-balanced
hinges. It opens all the way to the east wall, where a latch contacts a hook
near the top of the door.

Through the door, to the east, is another section of hallway.

Now what? EAST
<< Seventh Floor: East Hall >>
This hallway runs a short distance off to the north.

Now what? NORTH
<< Seventh Floor: North Hall >>
This is the north end of the hallway.

I hear a strong whistling sound and feel a light breeze blowing from the west.

Now what? WEST
<< Seventh Floor: Stairwell >>
I'm at the top of a flight of wooden stairs that head down and to the south.

There was a light fixture hanging overhead, but it was either burnt out or hit
by something. The only light here is what's filtering up from down below.
  There's an empty riser here, just ahead.

Now what? SPREAD THE GLUE ON THE STEP
This adhesive runs like molasses in January, but after a while the applicator
top spreads the glue over the surface of the step in one thin coat.

Now what? PUT THE STEP ON THE RISER
Taking each step one at a time (not knowing how many other steps might be rot-
ten), I make my way down toward the empty riser. Kneeling down on the stair
above the opening, I reach down to set the step in place.

A blast of air shoots up from down below the stairwell, blowing dust into my
face. Blinking my eyes, I wait for the blast to subside before I set the step
into place again. The bond takes hold almost at once, putting a seal between
the stairwell and that black hole down below. With the stairway repaired I
continue on down.

Halfway down, the stairs turn to the left. From the landing, I can see down to
the next floor.

Stepping onto the next floor, I look around. The coast is clear-- and so is my
inventory!  RATS!  I forgot to hang on to what I had upstairs. This is getting
to be a habit.

Ok-ok, enough about that. Where am I now?

<< Sixth Floor: Hall >>
Ever walk past a freshly mowed lawn?  Or past a flower stand that just opened?
That's the same feeling I get standing here.

This hall runs from east to west with an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth Floor: Security >>
Except for one metal shelf built into the west wall, this room's empty.
  There's a metal door here.
  There's a chrome revolver on the shelf.

Now what? GET THE GUN
Get the revolver?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the revolver.

Now what? NORTH
<< Sixth Floor: Hall >>
Ever walk past a freshly mowed lawn?  Or past a flower stand that just opened?
That's the same feeling I get standing here.

This hall runs from east to west with an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? WEST
<< Sixth Floor: West Hall >>
End of the line. This is the west end of the hall.

There are open doorways to the north and to the west, and hallway to the east.

Now what? WEST
<< Sixth floor: Atrium >>
The west half of the room is planting area, with several rows of plants seeded
in a moist soil. The plants range from four to twenty feet in height, growing
small four-fingered, finely toothed leaves, and greenish-yellow flowers.
┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
│ Cannabis sativa (Annual) ∙ Family: Mulberry ∙ Origin: Siberia │ (plant label)
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
Holy Mother of Maui!  This is the illegal connection I've been searching for.
Zamboni's been cultivating profits from a successful gardening business; pro-
viding the world's street-nurseries with home-grown marijuana.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth floor: Atrium, South >>
This planting area uses a lot of water, but I can't see any overhead pipes or
faucets. Where's it all coming from?

I see a wide ledge outside an open south window.
Boy, it's cold out there tonight.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth floor: Ledge (west end) >>
I'm on a ledge that runs across the building. There's what looks like an open
window just a few steps to the east. Boy, it's cold out here tonight.
  You know, I'm surprised. This ledge is really quite sturdy.

Now what? EAST
<< Sixth floor: Ledge (east end) >>
This ledge is wide enough that I can move around without any problems. I can
step to the north into that room through that open window.

Boy, it's cold out here tonight.

Now what? NORTH
<< Sixth Floor: Vault >>
For cryin' out loud!  This is Zamboni's vault. I'm up to my ankles in Washing-
tons, Jacksons, Franklins, Clevelands and Madisons (what? ... no Jeffersons?).

There's an open window off to the south. Boy, it's cold out there tonight.

  There's a dollar bill laying off by itself on the table.
  There's a metal door in the east wall.
  Joseph's guard, the huge, silent one, is in the room.

Now what? GET THE BILL
As I reach for the bill, Bonzo starts to reach for me. But before he can grab
my wrist, a burst of light flashes off the barrel of the .357 Magnum.

Like Superman opening a lead box only to discover a chuck of Kryptonite, Bonzo
quickly pulls his hand back away from mine. One eyebrow is raises slightly as
he watches me reach over and take the dollar bill from the table.

Curling his upper lip and making a low grunting sound, Bonzo doesn't move as I
slowly step back and away from the table.

Now what? OPEN THE DOOR
The metal door is now open.

; PF: In AGT's opinion, there's no need to open the door and walk east, one
could simply walk east. But there's little point in tempting fate.

Now what? EAST
<< Sixth Floor: Security >>
Except for one metal shelf built into the west wall, this room's empty.
  There's a metal door here.

Now what? NORTH
<< Sixth Floor: Hall >>
Ever walk past a freshly mowed lawn?  Or past a flower stand that just opened?
That's the same feeling I get standing here.

This hall runs from east to west with an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? WEST
<< Sixth Floor: West Hall >>
End of the line. This is the west end of the hall.

There are open doorways to the north and to the west, and hallway to the east.

Now what? NORTH
<< Sixth Floor: North Storage >>
There are several wooden cabinets in here, each with a stamped metal label.
┌─────────────┐┌─────────────┐┌─────────────┐┌─────────────┐┌─────────────┐
│∙NYLON FABRC∙││∙GARDN TOOLS∙││∙SEWNG EQUIP∙││∙POTNG MXTUR∙││∙SPRNK HEADS∙│
└─────────────┘└─────────────┘└─────────────┘└─────────────┘└─────────────┘
We'll have to trust the labels, since everything in here's locked up tight.

  There's a vending machine built into the north wall.
    There's a bill slot. (in the machine)
  There's a metal sign here.

Now what? PUT THE BILL IN THE SLOT
The bill trips a switch inside the machine. I feel it shake slightly as a door
opens up inside. Seconds later a ball of cotton string pops out into my hand.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth Floor: West Hall >>
End of the line. This is the west end of the hall.

There are open doorways to the north and to the west, and hallway to the east.

Now what? EAST
<< Sixth Floor: Hall >>
Ever walk past a freshly mowed lawn?  Or past a flower stand that just opened?
That's the same feeling I get standing here.

This hall runs from east to west with an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? EAST
<< Sixth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the road. This is the east end of the hall.

There are open doorways on either side - north and south - and hallway off to
the west.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth Floor: South Storage >>
This room has several shelves containing large storage cubicles. All empty.
  There's a deflated canvas balloon here.

Now what? GET THE BALLOON
Get the balloon?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the balloon.

Now what? NORTH
<< Sixth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the road. This is the east end of the hall.

There are open doorways on either side - north and south - and hallway off to
the west.

Now what? NORTH
<< Sixth Floor: North Office >>
The door reads: Product Research and Testing. These desk jockeys must compile
and issue several dozen reports a week.

There's a small open room to the north.

Now what? NORTH
<< Sixth Floor: Office Closet >>
Holy Fibber McGee!  What a mess. I don't gather this much garbage in a week.
This slob isn't kidding when he tells you, "Just tosset in the closset."

  In the midst of all this junk, there's a pressurized metal tank.

Now what? INFLATE THE BALLOON
Like a vendor at a carnival, I attach the stem of the balloon to the nozzle of
the tank and open the valve. But unlike a carnival balloon, this one's going to
take all the gas this tank contains. The balloon fills to its capacity seconds
before the tank gives out.

You know, this oversized beachball is putting a tremendous amount of strain on
my fingers. It might just be a good idea to tie it off.

Now what? TIE THE STRING TO THE BALLOON
I tie the string around the stem of the balloon to close it off, loop the stem
back on itself and wrap the string tightly around the upper stem to secure it.
That leaves me about a foot and a half of string to hold on to.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth Floor: North Office >>
The door reads: Product Research and Testing. These desk jockeys must compile
and issue several dozen reports a week.

There's a small open room to the north.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the road. This is the east end of the hall.

There are open doorways on either side - north and south - and hallway off to
the west.

Now what? WEST
<< Sixth Floor: Hall >>
Ever walk past a freshly mowed lawn?  Or past a flower stand that just opened?
That's the same feeling I get standing here.

This hall runs from east to west with an open doorway just off to the south.

Now what? WEST
<< Sixth Floor: West Hall >>
End of the line. This is the west end of the hall.

There are open doorways to the north and to the west, and hallway to the east.

Now what? WEST
<< Sixth floor: Atrium >>
The west half of the room is planting area, with several rows of plants seeded
in a moist soil. The plants range from four to twenty feet in height, growing
small four-fingered, finely toothed leaves, and greenish-yellow flowers.
┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
│ Cannabis sativa (Annual) ∙ Family: Mulberry ∙ Origin: Siberia │ (plant label)
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
Holy Mother of Maui!  This is the illegal connection I've been searching for.
Zamboni's been cultivating profits from a successful gardening business; pro-
viding the world's street-nurseries with home-grown marijuana.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth floor: Atrium, South >>
This planting area uses a lot of water, but I can't see any overhead pipes or
faucets. Where's it all coming from?

I see a wide ledge outside an open south window.
Boy, it's cold out there tonight.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Sixth floor: Ledge (west end) >>
I'm on a ledge that runs across the building. There's what looks like an open
window just a few steps to the east. Boy, it's cold out here tonight.
  You know, I'm surprised. This ledge is really quite sturdy.

Now what? STEP OFF THE LEDGE
Stepping off of the ledge, I'm lifted slightly by the balloon. I rise a couple
of inches before my weight takes over and I begin to slowly float down toward
the next floor. I can see an open window directly below me.

Without trying to increase my decent, I begin to swing my legs back and forth.

MADE IT!  I timed my swing to send me feet-first through the open window. I had
to turn loose of the balloon to break my fall, so I lost that-- along with any-
thing else I had from upstairs ... AGAIN!

Oh well, another floor ... another challenge. So, where am I now?

<< Fifth Floor: South Hall >>
This is a short hallway, heading north.

Hang on a second... I can hear something on the other side of this west wall.
Sounds like someone left the water running, upstairs as well as downstairs.

Now what? NORTH
<< Fifth Floor: West Hall >>
The hallway turns a corner here and continues to the east.
  There a wooden door here, to the north.

Now what? EAST
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
This hall reminds me of the old Burlington on Geary, between Powell and Stock-
ton. It was a sleazy little roach farm I stayed at when I first arrived in San
Francisco. If I remember, guests checked-out one hour after they checked-in.

Sorry, I was distracted... There are rooms to the north and to the south.

Now what? EAST
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
I'm a little more than halfway along the hall.

Now what? EAST
<< Fifth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the trail. This is the east end of the hall.
  For cryin' out loud!  There's a blazing fire ring to the north.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Fifth Floor: Adriana's >>
This is someone's bedroom. The floor's covered in a green, deep-pile carpet.
  There's a red button mounted on the north wall.

Now what? PUSH THE BUTTON
I'm hit with gallons of water. Not in a fan or a spray, but a direct, intense,
deluge of Grade-A, San Francisco tap water; at about 50° fahrenheit.

[ENTERING THE EAST HALL]  The bad news is my trenchcoat  [REMOVING TRENCHCOAT]
and outfit  [REMOVING OUTFIT]  are RUINED!  The good news: the water destroyed
the fire ring. Now I can enter that north room off the east hall.

[ENTERING THE ROOM]  Hmmm, this is someone's bedroom. The floor's covered with
a white, deep-pile carpet.

Four women, dressed in red, blue, green, and white bathrobes, are asleep on the
carpet. The woman in the white robe wears a chain around her neck with a small
gold key hanging from it.

Looking down and seeing that I'm less than fully dressed for introductions, I
leave the room the same way I came in, not making a sound. That was close!

<< Fifth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the trail. This is the east end of the hall.

; PF: At this point there's nothing stopping the player from walking back into
Tatiana's room - naked - and getting the gold key. Furthermore, after getting
the key, there's nothing stopping a player from walking down, opening the door
and going downstairs to the next floor. The player believes he's putting one
over on me, but the system is keeping a watchful eye on him...

Now what? WEST
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
I'm a little more than halfway along the hall.

Now what? WEST
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
This hall reminds me of the old Burlington on Geary, between Powell and Stock-
ton. It was a sleazy little roach farm I stayed at when I first arrived in San
Francisco. If I remember, guests checked-out one hour after they checked-in.

Sorry, I was distracted... There are rooms to the north and to the south.

Now what? NORTH
<< Fifth Floor: Luciana's >>
This is someone's bedroom. The floor's covered in a red, deep-pile carpet.
  There's a large skein, or coil, of purple yarn on the floor.

Now what? GET THE YARN
Get the yarn?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the yarn.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
This hall reminds me of the old Burlington on Geary, between Powell and Stock-
ton. It was a sleazy little roach farm I stayed at when I first arrived in San
Francisco. If I remember, guests checked-out one hour after they checked-in.

Sorry, I was distracted... There are rooms to the north and to the south.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Fifth Floor: Mariana's >>
This is someone's bedroom. The floor's covered in a blue, deep-pile carpet.
  There's a knitting machine over in the corner.
    There's a black button here. (in the machine)

Now what? FEED THE YARN TO THE MACHINE
I wrap one end of the yarn around a small metal cone and lower it down into the
top of the machine. I drop the rest of the yarn ball onto the floor.

Now what? PUSH THE BUTTON
The machine goes to work, pulling yarn in through the top and feeding it past
several needles in the front. The needles work at an incredible rate.

Inside, through a window, I see a computer disk. It's labeled: Digital MensWare
Products; San Diego, California. Well, that's certainly more than encouraging.

When the operation's finished, the button pops back out into its OFF position.

Now what? LOOK
<< Fifth Floor: Mariana's >>
This is someone's bedroom. The floor's covered in a blue, deep-pile carpet.
  There's a knitting machine over in the corner.
    There's a black button here. (in the machine)
  There's a full-length bathrobe here.

Now what? GET THE ROBE
Get the bathrobe?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the bathrobe.

[PUTTING THE BATHROBE ON]  It's a little snug around the waist, but it's not
that uncomfortable. I can't see myself putting one of these on and taking it
off again and again and again.

Now what? NORTH
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
This hall reminds me of the old Burlington on Geary, between Powell and Stock-
ton. It was a sleazy little roach farm I stayed at when I first arrived in San
Francisco. If I remember, guests checked-out one hour after they checked-in.

Sorry, I was distracted... There are rooms to the north and to the south.

Now what? EAST
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
I'm a little more than halfway along the hall.

Now what? EAST
<< Fifth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the trail. This is the east end of the hall.

Now what? NORTH
<< Fifth Floor: Tatiana's >>
This is someone's bedroom. The floor's covered in a white, deep-pile carpet.

The four women are sitting up; yawning, stretching and rubbing their eyes.
  Tatiana, smiling, is holding the gold key out to me in her fingers.

Now what? GET THE KEY
Get the key?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the key.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Fifth Floor: East Hall >>
End of the trail. This is the east end of the hall.

Now what? WEST
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
I'm a little more than halfway along the hall.

Now what? WEST
<< Fifth Floor: Hall >>
This hall reminds me of the old Burlington on Geary, between Powell and Stock-
ton. It was a sleazy little roach farm I stayed at when I first arrived in San
Francisco. If I remember, guests checked-out one hour after they checked-in.

Sorry, I was distracted... There are rooms to the north and to the south.

Now what? WEST
<< Fifth Floor: West Hall >>
The hallway turns a corner here and continues to the east.
  There a wooden door here, to the north.

Now what? OPEN THE DOOR WITH THE KEY
Before opening the door, I look up to see Tatiana and the other women standing
in the hall. Tatiana smiles as she shakes her beautiful blonde hair. Looking
directly at me, she whispers to me in a light European accent.

 "I could tell you were in a hurry, darling. You needed the key, and my sis-
  ters and I were just too tired to keep you from it. Do not worry, darling.
  You are headed in the right direction. Go through that door and down the
  hall. The stairs will take you down to the next floor."

As the women turn and start back up the hall, Tatiana pauses to look back over
her shoulder. Slowly, she takes one last, long look at me.

 "May I tell you, my beautiful stranger, I love that outfit you are wearing."

The four captivating women dissappear up the hall and into Tatiana's bedroom.

There's a short hallway on the other side of the open door, to the north.

Now what? NORTH
<< Fifth Floor: Northeast Hall >>
This is the east end of a short hallway running east-to-west.

Now what? WEST
<< Fifth Floor: Northwest Hall >>
This is the west end of a short hallway running west-to-east.

I can see dancing lights coming up the stairs from an area off to the south.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Fifth Floor: Stairwell >>
I'm at the top of a flight of stairs that go down and turn to the south.

There it is again. I distinctly hear water running. The sound's coming from an
area behind the wall just in front of me, downstairs.
  Speaking of which, these metal stairs are far more substantial than wood.

Now what? DESCEND THE STAIRS
As I make my way down from the floor above, the sound grows as I approach the
corner landing. It follows the stairs down and around the corner.

I start to put my hands in my pockets. That's when I discover that this bath-
robe has no pockets -- AND I HAVE NO INVENTORY FROM UPSTAIRS!  OH SHUT-UP!!
I made a mistake and forgot to bring something with me, so lighten up!

I can't go back upstairs, I wouldn't know what to say if I ran into Tatiana.
I better head downstairs ... find out what I'm getting into.

I see women like her every day. Why should ... she be ... any different?

<< Fourth Floor: Pool Lobby >>
I'm in a white lobby where spots of light dance on the walls. The floor's made
of blue and white tiles laid out in an art deco pattern. Every other tile has
a rough strip running down the middle of it. It keeps you from slipping.

There are open doorways to the north and south and an open area to the east.

Now what? EAST
<< Fourth Floor: Pool, West >>
This room opens onto the largest, privately-owned, olympic-size pool I've ever
seen. The pool runs from the north side of the building to the south and pro-
vides eight regulation swimming lanes.
                                                                ┌───────┐
The only depth marker along the edge of the pool is right here: │ 10 Ft │
    (it's part of the floor, made out of small black tiles)     └───────┘

  The pool's empty right now. Bone dry.

Now what? WEST
<< Fourth Floor: Pool Lobby >>
I'm in a white lobby where spots of light dance on the walls. The floor's made
of blue and white tiles laid out in an art deco pattern. Every other tile has
a rough strip running down the middle of it. It keeps you from slipping.

There are open doorways to the north and south and an open area to the east.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Fourth Floor: Pump House >>
This room is a jungle of different size pipes going off in different direc-
tions. All the pipes converge on a large pump in the center of the room.

It doesn't take long to see where the sound of rushing water came from. There
are twelve pipes coming out the back of the pump, heading straight up into a
dark shaft. Six pipes are labeled FEED, the others are labeled RETURN. Those
RETURN pipes have individual filters on them, installed ahead of the pump.
After what I witnessed upstairs, I have a good idea what's in those filters.

  There's a black button mounted on the east wall.

Now what? PUSH THE BUTTON
The pump, which has been running like a Swiss clock, slows down as if working
under an increased load. I hear relays click inside the pump, watch as several
of the pipes in the front begin to shake, then step back as the motor returns
to its former level of performance.

Now what? NORTH
<< Fourth Floor: Pool Lobby >>
I'm in a white lobby where spots of light dance on the walls. The floor's made
of blue and white tiles laid out in an art deco pattern. Every other tile has
a rough strip running down the middle of it. It keeps you from slipping.

There are open doorways to the north and south and an open area to the east.

Now what? EAST
<< Fourth Floor: Pool, West >>
This room opens onto the largest, privately-owned, olympic-size pool I've ever
seen. The pool runs from the north side of the building to the south and pro-
vides eight regulation swimming lanes.
                                                                ┌───────┐
The only depth marker along the edge of the pool is right here: │ 10 Ft │
    (it's part of the floor, made out of small black tiles)     └───────┘

  The pool's filled with water. Cool, wet water.

Now what? WEST
<< Fourth Floor: Pool Lobby >>
I'm in a white lobby where spots of light dance on the walls. The floor's made
of blue and white tiles laid out in an art deco pattern. Every other tile has
a rough strip running down the middle of it. It keeps you from slipping.

There are open doorways to the north and south and an open area to the east.

Now what? NORTH
<< Fourth Floor: Pool Office >>
This looks like it might be a coach's office. A swimming coach.

The walls are filled with photos of swimmers receiving trophies, teams posing
by the pool, autographed pictures of famous celebrities both in and out of the
pool and newspaper clippings of world-class watersport events.

A bookshelf along the north wall contains several current swimming magazines
including Volley, the world's only "read-it-while-you-you-play-it" bi-weekly.

  There's a digital vcr sitting on one of the shelves.

Now what? PLAY THE VCR
After the customary FBI warnings and a reminder that breathing is very impor-
tant in these lessons, chapter one begins: Pool Diving  'Fun' -damentals.

 "...there's no need to be afraid of the water. The water is there to support
  you, not to insult you. We're almost 98% water, so you shouldn't really have
  any trouble introducing yourself. Now, take a deep breath, bend your knees,
  and dive straight into that friend of yours."

You know, as stupid as this guy looks (that suit he's almost wearing is about
one size too small for him), he's right about diving. It's merely a matter of
mental conditioning.

Wait, hold it. Hang on a second. I want to see this next part. He's going to
demonstrate the right way to climb out of a pool without losing your swimsuit.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Fourth Floor: Pool Lobby >>
I'm in a white lobby where spots of light dance on the walls. The floor's made
of blue and white tiles laid out in an art deco pattern. Every other tile has
a rough strip running down the middle of it. It keeps you from slipping.

There are open doorways to the north and south and an open area to the east.

Now what? EAST
<< Fourth Floor: Pool, West >>
This room opens onto the largest, privately-owned, olympic-size pool I've ever
seen. The pool runs from the north side of the building to the south and pro-
vides eight regulation swimming lanes.
                                                                ┌───────┐
The only depth marker along the edge of the pool is right here: │ 10 Ft │
    (it's part of the floor, made out of small black tiles)     └───────┘

  The pool's filled with water. Cool, wet water.

Now what? DIVE IN THE POOL
I'll do it, but no wisecracks about my less than perfect diving form.

[DIVING INTO POOL]  Hey, you know, once you're in, it's not really that bad.
In fact, it's kind of refreshing. Hey look at me, everybody. I'm swimming!

[CLIMBING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE]
<< Fourth Floor: Pool, East >>
The ceramic tiles that graced the lobby over there on the west side have been
replaced by a beige short-pile carpet with a little more relaxed pattern.

There's an open doorway to the north.

Now what? EAST
<< Fourth Floor: Cafe Lobby >>
This is the lobby of a little coffee and salad bar, designed to look like a
Paris street cafe. It's through that door off to the south.

My guess is Zamboni asks his guests to stop diving into the pool for a moment
and dive into a Chef's Salad with a glass of wine. The idea is helped along by
turning off the underwater pool music and providing entertainment from a three-
piece jazz band. A few of the hotels I've been in could use an idea like this.

I can see a wide ledge outside that open east window
Boy, it's cold out there tonight.

  There's a black umbrella here.

Now what? GET THE UMBRELLA
Get the umbrella?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the umbrella.

Now what? EAST
<< Fourth Floor: Ledge >>
This ledge runs across the east side of the buidling.
Boy, it's cold out here tonight.

  Care to dance?  I could dance on this without any worry.

Now what? STEP OFF THE LEDGE
Watching that video tape on diving was worth it. I learned how to turn around
and stand with my toes at the very edge of the board-- ah, I mean the ledge.

Stepping off and making a short upward motion with the handle, I drop several
inches before the umbrella opens and begins to slow my descent. Facing toward
the building, I'm able to guide myself by slightly twisting the handle.

Guaging my speed (which is increasing), I let go at just the right moment...

...to REACH OUT and GRAB HOLD of the windowsill on the next floor.

Pausing to catch my breath, I pull myself up and in through the open window. My
arms are sore as I stand up and brush off the dirt I picked up from outside.

Don't look at me like that. It took every ounce of faith I had to trust that
umbrella and every ounce of courage I had to step off the ledge. You know I
didn't bring anything with me from upstairs. I ... had my hands full. Yeah!

Now that we that out of the way, where am I?

; PF: Yes, you're right, that is a typo. It should read, "Now that we [have]
that out of the way, where am I?". It doesn't affect the outcome or the logic
of the game and I'll make note of it to registered users...

<< Third Floor: East Hall >>
I'm at the east end of a very long hallway running east to west. The floor is
covered in that grey, kind of short-pile carpeting you find in banks, schools
and larger hospitals.

There are doorways here to the north and to the south.

Now what? WEST
<< Third Floor: Hall >>
A little further along the hall the atmosphere becomes a little stronger; a
little further along the mildly tolerable to downright offensive scale.

It's antiseptic, as in laboratory antiseptic.

Now what? WEST
<< Third Floor: Hall >>
Remember the science department in college?  You could direct someone there by
just telling them, "Follow your nose."  That distinct smell was everywhere.

I'm half expecting some geek in a plastic suit to come running up behind me,
disinfecting the carpet where I've been walking.

Now what? WEST
<< Third Floor: Hall >>
This is the source of the smell. It's a conflicting kind of stink.

On the north side of the hall is an open doorway. That sharp scientific smell
is pouring out of there like a breeding farm stable on a hot afternoon.

From the south side of the hall comes the faint aroma of that cheap lemonade
drink you buy in those big drums and water down beyond all taste.

  There's a wooden door on the south side of the hall.

Now what? NORTH
<< Third Floor: Main Laboratory >>
Seeing these centrifuges, decantation flasks, microscopes, distillation units,
bell jars and balances-- I feel like I've stepped into an antique car owner's
garage. Whoever's in charge of this place takes pride in their equipment.

Now what? EAST
<< Third Floor: Main Lab, East >>
Storage shelves hold thousands of test tubes, beakers and flasks, locked away
behind doors of glass and wood.

  There's a strange yellow liquid over here, in a flask.

Now what? GET THE FLASK
Get the liquid?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the liquid.

Now what? DRINK THE LIQUID
I'm really partial to a cold beer, but as long as you're buying...

Seconds after drinking the liquid, a warm sensation develops in the pit of my
stomach. Warmth radiates down through my legs and up my back, where it spills
over my shoulders and down into my chest. Warmth becomes heat in my feet and
hands, making me shift my weight and shake my fingers. I feel a sense of well-
being and an increase in my strength and stamina. And no aftertaste, either.
Like I said, I'm partial to a cold beer. But you know, I don't feel like one
right at the moment. In fact, I feel like I just had one. More like two.

Taking a step, I look down to see that I've left a large print in the floor of
the lab. Looking around, I see I've left several prints. Leaning on the table
leaves a deep depression in the surface where my elbow was.

So, that stuff increases your strength (I wonder if Sutter St. Deli can order
me a case of it?). Got any more?

Now what? WEST
<< Third Floor: Main Laboratory >>
Seeing these centrifuges, decantation flasks, microscopes, distillation units,
bell jars and balances-- I feel like I've stepped into an antique car owner's
garage. Whoever's in charge of this place takes pride in their equipment.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Third Floor: Hall >>
This is the source of the smell. It's a conflicting kind of stink.

On the north side of the hall is an open doorway. That sharp scientific smell
is pouring out of there like a breeding farm stable on a hot afternoon.

From the south side of the hall comes the faint aroma of that cheap lemonade
drink you buy in those big drums and water down beyond all taste.

  There's a wooden door on the south side of the hall.

Now what? OPEN THE DOOR
I reach out and take hold of the doorknob. Now at first, I intend to rotate the
knob and open the door. But the knob refuses to turn and I WIND UP RIPPING THE
SOLID OAK DOOR CLEAN OFF ITS HINGES!!  MY POWER-CHARGED MIND TELLS ME TO THROW
THE DOOR DOWN THE HALL AND SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS... but I decide to
just set what's left of the door over against the wall, nice and quiet-like.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Third Floor: Zami's Day Care >>
(hawouf!) The smell of modeling clay, scented coloring markers and those pre-
moistened mop-up towelettes is enough to put anyone out.

Everything in here is scaled down for children between the age of two and that
age when they're placed on the endangered species list by the sweet little old
ladies who manage these places.

Now what? EAST
That's odd. The warm feeling is fading away. I don't feel as powerful as I did
before. But I'm not surprised. Two beers do exactly the same thing to me.

<< Third Floor: Zami's Day Care >>
(hawouf!) The smell of modeling clay, scented coloring markers and those pre-
moistened mop-up towelettes is enough to put anyone out.

Everything in here is scaled down for children between the age of two and that
age when they're placed on the endangered species list by the sweet little old
ladies who manage these places.

Now what? EAST
<< Third Floor: Day Care East >>
This section is designed for hearty childhood playtime. There's a swing set, a
jungle gym, a fully lighted aerobic dance floor, a weight room and a juice bar
with twin hot tubs and a Finnish sauna. What, no singles chocolate bar?

(Hah!) I'm sorry!  Hey, it just came out that way. I really ... sorry.

  There's a metal slide over by one of the hot tubs.

Now what? SLIDE DOWN THE SLIDE
I haven't done something like this since I busted that prostitution ring at
Al's Massage Parlor and Sushi Bar over on Fulton. Eh, here goes nothin'...

As I clear the top of the ladder and start my way down, I break the beam of a
security sensor built into the slide. That triggers a trap door in the floor
directly under the end of the slide. The metal is bonded with some non-stick
coating, so I can't stop myself. My speed increases as I head for the opening.
I sail off the end of the slide, drop a couple of inches through the hole...

...and straight down to the next floor.

It was only eight or ten feet, but the hole and the darkness connected with it
made it seem like more. It was truly a life-threatening experience. That's the
best excuse I can come up with for not bringing anything with me.

Picking myself up off the floor, I look around to get my bearings.

<< Second Floor: South Hall >>
This hallway looks like it belongs in one of those fancy cocktail lounges. You
know that little hall just off the main seating area; the one with pay phones,
the cigarette machine and the restrooms.

The hallway goes off to the north.

Now what? NORTH
<< Second Floor: Lounge Lobby >>
I may have spoken too soon. This is the lobby of a fancy cocktail lounge (it's
through that open doorway to the west).

The topic on any given evening must be art appreciation, since the walls are
filled with various works. Zamboni has paintings of every description here,
safely tucked away in illuminated wall recesses.

To the east, on the other side of a full-length plate glass window, I can
see what looks like a flight of stairs.

Now what? WEST
<< Second Floor: Artist's Lounge >>
This room's fitted out like so many other lounges, with about 15 to 20 tables
sprinkled around a sizable dance floor. The walls are full-length plate glass
windows. Patrons can enjoy an ever-changing panorama of city lights dancing
against the buildings in the financial district.

Boy, it looks cold out there tonight.
  Someone left a drinking glass on one of the tables.

Now what? GET THE GLASS
Get the glass?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the glass.

Now what? SOUTH
<< Second Floor: Bandstand >>
An allergy to tropical plants would be a disadvantage to the musician who had
to sit in on a session. All these plants give new meaning to the phrase, "Hey,
it's a jungle out there."
  Some jazz musician left his flute here.
  There's a compressed tree near the back of the bandstand.
  There's an air register directly overhead, in the ceiling.

Now what? PUT THE GLASS ON THE TREE
I turn the glass over and wait for what seems like a lifetime while one drop
forms along the bottom and sides, then I set it down on the disk...

5...  4...  3...  we have ignition...  2...  1...  and we have LIFT-OFF!

Now what? GET THE FLUTE
Get the flute?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the flute.

Now what? CLIMB THE TREE
The natives of Ohmigoli Island run up and down these things like they were step
ladders. It's takes a while, but soon I get the hang of it. I can reach the air
register in the ceiling. Just one more push and-- there, I got it off.

<< Second Floor: Air Duct, West >>
This is the west end of an aluminum air duct. It's built in three sections that
continue along to the east.

Now what? EAST
<< Second Floor: Air Duct >>
This is the middle section of the air duct. There's a section to the west and
a matching section to the east.

Now what? EAST
<< Second Floor: Air Duct, East >>
This is the east end of the air duct.
  There's an air register on the floor of the air duct.
  From up here I can see a thick rope coiled on the floor below.

Now what? PLAY THE FLUTE
The only tune I ever learned how to play was "The Whistler and His Dog"

It doesn't make any difference. The rope's reacting to the flute and beginning
to uncoil. In a scene out of a Hope/Crosby road picture, the rope plants one
end on the floor and shoots straight up toward me. When it reaches its full
height (length?) it stops, standing perfectly still as if in a trance.

Now what? CLIMB DOWN THE ROPE
Easy, big fella. Don't get any ideas about rodeos, okay?  All I'm going to do
is reach out, put my arms around you, and climb down to the floor.

Will you listen to this?  I'm talking to a rope.  [CLIMBING DOWN THE ROPE]

<< Second Floor: East Hall >>
This is more of a landing than a hallway. To the west is that full-length win-
dow I was looking through. That flight of stairs is just off to the east.
  The rope's hanging, uncoiled, between the air duct and the floor.

Now what? EAST
<< Second Floor: Stairwell >>
I'm at the top of a flight of stairs that head down to the east. Up here I can
see where they make a sharp u-turn about halfway along, continuing on down.
  Good, there's more of those substanstial metal stairs.

Now what? DESCEND THE STAIRS
As I make my way down, I begin to hear music. Circus music. It grows louder as
I continue on down. Turning the corner, I begin to see colorful lights dancing
along the floor. The music is drawing me. Forget about the fact that I didn't
bring anything with me, just take a good look at what's down here...

<< First Floor: Gallery Core >>
This is the central exhibit area of the east gallery. Displayed inside a long
glass case is a collection of beautiful, life-size, carousel horses.

One, carved entirely out of mahogany, stands in a classic equestrian pose while
another, a little more high-spirited, wears a fine hand-stitched leather saddle
valued at well over $25,000.

A third horse, made of rare black porcelain, proudly displays his golden mane,
set ablaze with a sparkle from over 200 tiny diamonds. Overhead lights shine
down onto his solid gold hooves.

Now what? WEST
<< First Floor: Gallery Lobby >>
This is the gallery's main lobby and reception area.

This is how Ricardo Zamboni disguised his million dollar business building. He
made it appear to be a contemporary art gallery, with his personal art pieces
on display. People can browse the collection to their heart's content. But if
they ask too many questions, Zamboni has them taken upstairs.

There's more gallery to the north and to the south.
  There's a metal panel set into the floor.
  Looking across the panel, I can see a metal hook.

Now what? SOUTH
<< First Floor: West Gallery >>
This is the southern portion of the west gallery.

An extensive collection of circus props from around the world are on display
along the south wall. From Holland, there's the wirewalking equipment of Karl
Lodeska; considered to be Europe's most popular high wire performer. And from
Spain, there are the razor-sharp knives of Andrè, the man who can accurately
throw twelve knives around a young lady tied to a spinning wheel while he is
also tied to a similar wheel spinning in the opposite direction.

  A coil of Karl's highwire rope is laying on the floor.

Now what? GET THE ROPE
I'm now carrying the highwire rope.

Now what? NORTH
<< First Floor: Gallery Lobby >>
This is the gallery's main lobby and reception area.

This is how Ricardo Zamboni disguised his million dollar business building. He
made it appear to be a contemporary art gallery, with his personal art pieces
on display. People can browse the collection to their heart's content. But if
they ask too many questions, Zamboni has them taken upstairs.

There's more gallery to the north and to the south.
  There's a metal panel set into the floor.
  Looking across the panel, I can see a metal hook.

Now what? THROW THE ROPE AT THE HOOK
You'd think a rope that had survived being thrown around three performances a
day across two continents would be use to this. In the circus, the rope would
be tossed around from one man to another prior to the show. All I'm asking it
to do here is latch onto a hook across an electrical plate. Is that so much?

I hold the rope rodeo style, take aim, start it swinging, give it a toss--
AND IT CATCHES ON THE METAL HOOK!  Before it has a chance to slack up, I tie
the other end to one of the support columns in the middle of the gallery.

Not half-bad country ropin' for a city fella, eh sheriff?. Maybe I should hang
up this here tin star and become a cowboy, hmmmmm? ... Naaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

Now what? NORTH
<< First Floor: West Gallery >>
This is the northern portion of the west gallery.

Circus stars from around the world are paid tribute in a video exhibit of their
performances. A wall of video monitors highlight the efforts of Tony Giomaldi
and his performing llamas, Jeanette Bishop and her death-defying "Walk On The
Wild Side", and Col. Martin "Boomer" Anderson performing his human cannonball
act before a Standing Room Only crowd in Orlando, Florida.

  There's a digital vcr here.

Now what? PLAY THE VCR
A hand held camera's recording Miss Bishop as she prepares for her performance.
She's a beautiful young lady, in her early thirties. An off-camera voice asks
her how she prepares herself for a tightrope walk over an open pit filled with
alligators, performance after performance.

  "...there's no need for extensive preparation before an act like this. I
   simply condition myself to believe that I'm walking on a sidewalk. I'll
   be quite frank with you, Bob, I'm more worried about walking down a real
   sidewalk than when I have to go out there and walk the rope."

There's a crash of cymbals as the band begins to play. Miss Bishop waves to the
camera and runs out through the open curtain, into the spotlight.

Magnificent. What a beautiful and talented young lady.

Now what? SOUTH
<< First Floor: Gallery Lobby >>
This is the gallery's main lobby and reception area.

This is how Ricardo Zamboni disguised his million dollar business building. He
made it appear to be a contemporary art gallery, with his personal art pieces
on display. People can browse the collection to their heart's content. But if
they ask too many questions, Zamboni has them taken upstairs.

There's more gallery to the north and to the south.
  There's a metal panel set into the floor.
  Looking across the panel, I can see a metal hook.
  There's a highwire rope here, stretch tight.

Now what? WALK THE ROPE
Taking one step at a time, I start to walk the rope. As I approach the middle
the rope sags dangerously close to the charged panel. Breathing out, I retain
my balance and continue on until I reach the other side.

[STEPPING OFF THE ROPE]
<< First Floor: Main Entrance >>
This is the front door; the entrance to Ricardo Zamboni's gallery empire.

  There's a large glass door here.
  There's a highwire rope here, stretch tight.

Now what? OPEN THE DOOR
I need to unlock it first!

Now what? WALK THE ROPE
Taking one step at a time, I start to walk the rope. As I approach the middle
the rope sags dangerously close to the charged panel. Breathing out, I retain
my balance and continue on until I reach the other side.

[STEPPING OFF THE ROPE]
<< First Floor: Gallery Lobby >>
This is the gallery's main lobby and reception area.

This is how Ricardo Zamboni disguised his million dollar business building. He
made it appear to be a contemporary art gallery, with his personal art pieces
on display. People can browse the collection to their heart's content. But if
they ask too many questions, Zamboni has them taken upstairs.

There's more gallery to the north and to the south.
  There's a metal panel set into the floor.
  Looking across the panel, I can see a metal hook.
  There's a highwire rope here, stretch tight.

Now what? EAST
<< First Floor: Gallery Core >>
This is the central exhibit area of the east gallery. Displayed inside a long
glass case is a collection of beautiful, life-size, carousel horses.

One, carved entirely out of mahogany, stands in a classic equestrian pose while
another, a little more high-spirited, wears a fine hand-stitched leather saddle
valued at well over $25,000.

A third horse, made of rare black porcelain, proudly displays his golden mane,
set ablaze with a sparkle from over 200 tiny diamonds. Overhead lights shine
down onto his solid gold hooves.

Now what? NORTH
<< First Floor: East Gallery >>
This is the northern portion of the east gallery.

Several examples of circus advertising are displayed behind protective glass.
There are posters ranging from slightly faded ones of General Tom Thumb to the
more recent posters of well known circus performers. Standing alone in a place
of honor along the north wall is a rare, autographed, poster of Emmett Kelly,
the world-famous circus clown.

  One of Emmett Kelly's clown costumes is displayed on a mannequin.

Now what? SEARCH THE COSTUME
It's the tattered old jacket that became Emmett Kelly's trademark.

Now what? OPEN THE COSTUME
The clown costume is now open.

Now what? SEARCH THE COSTUME
It's the tattered old jacket that became Emmett Kelly's trademark.
    Emmett Kelly's equally tattered old red vest is inside. (in the costume)

Now what? OPEN THE VEST
The red vest is now open.

Now what? SEARCH THE VEST
I've seen Emmett Kelly pull 500 hankerchiefs out of here, one at a time.
    There's a silver key here. (in the vest)

Now what? GET THE KEY
Get the key?  Ok, I reach over and pick up the key.

Now what? SOUTH
<< First Floor: Gallery Core >>
This is the central exhibit area of the east gallery. Displayed inside a long
glass case is a collection of beautiful, life-size, carousel horses.

One, carved entirely out of mahogany, stands in a classic equestrian pose while
another, a little more high-spirited, wears a fine hand-stitched leather saddle
valued at well over $25,000.

A third horse, made of rare black porcelain, proudly displays his golden mane,
set ablaze with a sparkle from over 200 tiny diamonds. Overhead lights shine
down onto his solid gold hooves.

Now what? WEST
<< First Floor: Gallery Lobby >>
This is the gallery's main lobby and reception area.

This is how Ricardo Zamboni disguised his million dollar business building. He
made it appear to be a contemporary art gallery, with his personal art pieces
on display. People can browse the collection to their heart's content. But if
they ask too many questions, Zamboni has them taken upstairs.

There's more gallery to the north and to the south.
  There's a metal panel set into the floor.
  Looking across the panel, I can see a metal hook.
  There's a highwire rope here, stretch tight.

Now what? WALK THE ROPE
Taking one step at a time, I start to walk the rope. As I approach the middle
the rope sags dangerously close to the charged panel. Breathing out, I retain
my balance and continue on until I reach the other side.

[STEPPING OFF THE ROPE]
<< First Floor: Main Entrance >>
This is the front door; the entrance to Ricardo Zamboni's gallery empire.

  There's a large glass door here.
  There's a highwire rope here, stretch tight.

Now what? OPEN THE DOOR WITH THE KEY
<< Jackson Street, 200 block. >>
I'm outside the entrance to Zamboni's Building. Ricardo did an outstanding job
of making this building look like the others. It looks just like that savings
and loan building over there. Wait, that's not the savings and loan, that's an
insurance company. There's the savings and-- No wait, that's an embassy build-
ing. There's the insurance company, back over there. No wait, that's a restau-
rant. There's a-- HOLD IT!  I'M CONFUSED!  I'm confused ... as much as anyone.
And if Ricardo became so absorbed in making his building look so much like the
others, he would get confused - and put his address RIGHT OVER HIS FRONT DOOR!
Ricardo, you confused fool, that's where you slipped up. "YO, TAXI!" (whistle)

Let's see, first over to the office to change into fresh clothes, then over to
District Attorney Henson's office. Have I got a folder full of news for her.
"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT, PAL?  AIN'T YOU EVER SEEN A PURPLE BATHROBE BEFORE?"

*** Congratulations. We have won the game. ***

I visited 88 locations (out of 113), in 232 turns.
You scored 450 out of a possible 450 points.
(This game was SAVEd 0 times and RESTOREd 0 times.)

; PF: Eh-B'deh - Eh-B'deh - Eh-B'deh - Eh- That's all, folks!