Computer + Video Games - Commodore Is Awesome

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Our American
adventure detective
Marshall M.
Rosenthal. has just
discovered this diary which
he thinks holds a clue to Infocom's latest
adventure, read on.
9.00 A.M.: April 19th: Hell of
a night. How many bars did I
go to anyhow? Good thing
like instant coffee. 'cause my
head feels like a tin can stuffed
with gravel, rolling downhill.
Morning mail. Usual bills,
boring ads and unwanted
pitches for computers and
microwave ovens. Hey! A
Letter from London. No, make
that Cornwall. Don't know
anyone there, do I? Some
detective, stop the deducting
d open the damn thing. Its
from Tammar. What's she
doing away from the States?
limm. Imagine that,
engaged to British nobility.
Too bad Jack Tresyllian is
financially strapped since he
took over the title from his
dead Uncle.
Still, now it's Lord Jack and
he DOES have the castle,
heirlooms and all, even if he
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attraction.
Just what I want to read,
has had to turn it into a tourist
two pages of gossip on old
friends of the dead Uncle and
members of the "upper crust".
Apparently there's going to
be a memorial birthday dinner
for the dear departed later this
month, and I'm invited. Some
sense of humour she's got.
Well. I wish her luck.
9.15 A.M.: April 23rd:
Another letter from Tammar?
She must be reading about
Jack the Giant Killer and
other Cornish legends. Now
it's black widow spiders and
nightly visits from the ghost of
Jack's old dead girlfriend.
Leave it to Tammar to create a
Haunted Castle. Wait a sec —
almost bitten by an adder?
How did a poisonous snake
get into her desk drawer?
Hallucinations or no, looks
like I'm on my way to
England.
2.30 P.M. (or maybe that's
7.30 — I always get these time
zone changes confused): April
24th: Fortunately, I can bone
up on the castle during the
airline flight. The tourist
brochure that Tammar stuck
in one of her letters goes into
just about every section of the
castle, from the stone turrets
poking through the mist to the
hedge maze complete with a
stone fountain filled with
goldfish.
It even includes such
impertinent information as the
time Lord Lionel's foot got
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broken on a hunt by an adult
elephant stepping on it.
Lionel's revenge was to
shoot the beast and bring back
its foot to use as an umbrella
stand in the castle's foyer.
There's even mention of some
of the curios and mementos
that he brought back with him
from his excursions across the
world. Those might warrant a
closer look.
7.00 P.M. (local time) April
26th: Some place for a castle,
this countryside gives me the
willies — it would have to be a
full moon tonight! Heck of a
time for a birthday party, even
if the guest of honour won't be
attending. Well, Lord Jack
seems a right-enough guy, but
something other than this
macabre event seems to be
bothering him.
Better hurry if I want to get
something to eat (I guess
dressing for dinner here
requires a bit more panache
than jeans and sneakers).
Some Dining Room.
Great big fireplace.
gleaming mahogany table.
Tammar looks great, fitting
right in with all the leatherbound
chairs and plaster
friezes of cupids at play.
Good food too, but I'm not
too keen on the guests. Vivien
Pentreath seems okay. She's
kind of a free spirit, a
bohemian, painter and
sculptor.
She looks like she's
accumulated a lot of secrets
about this place over the
years. I wonder if there's
anything to the rumour that
she once was Lionel's
mistress?
Then there's the so-called
Honourable Iris Vane. A cold
hearted customer
. It's also odd how Jack's old
girlfriend, Deirdre Hallam,
drowned so soon after he
broke up with her. Especially
considering that it was over
her flirting with his best friend,
Ian Fordyce.
Speaking of Ian. of course
he was invited to this too. I
wonder if he really deserves
his reputation as a lady's man?
It's hard to believe that he and
Jack are still good friends.
The servants are all acting
like out of a scene from
Upstairs, Downstairs, I heard
one say in passing that Deirdre
has been rejuvenated as an
ancient ghost. the White Lady.
and is making the rounds of
the castle's newer Residential
Wing.
Not to mention the ghoulish
comments that must get
whispered with Dr Wendish
being here. It seems that
Deirdre's grandfather recently
died after seeing Wendish,
who is supposed to be an
authority on rare diseases.
Well at least there's no
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