THE CASE OF THE BEHEADED SMUGGLER
(Zenobi Software)

Spectrum 48K/128K+2


The following is a summary of the
events so far, as detailed by the
pen of Doctor Watson ............

".... I had called upon my friend, Sherlock Holmes, merely to ascertain his state of
health. However, I was soon drawn into this strange chain of events, which was about
to unfold before me. It began when I called upon Holmes, in late January 1899 ......

I found Holmes in deep conversation with a young man of no more than five-and-twenty.
He was well groomed, trimly clad, with something of refinement and delicacy in his
appearance. His expression was somewhat different, with a definite look of fear in
his eyes. This fear was not, however, for his own well-being, as I was about to find
out. "Excuse me Holmes, I shall wait till you have finished," said I. "Nonsense! You
could not have called at a better time, my dear Watson," he said, while gesturing to
a chair beside the fireplace. "When you have seated yourself I shall ask my client to
retell his tale for you. If you are wondering, Watson, this is Mr Victor Wathley, who
is the nephew of a Mr George Wathley, a tea-importer at the Albert Docks. Please go
ahead Mr Wathley". "Well good day to you Dr Watson, I suppose I should start at the
beginning. My uncle is George Wathley, as Mr Holmes has already explained, and he has
been in the business of importing for some years now ... I would say about twenty at
least. However, his recent found prosperity is due, not to the importing of tea, but .."
Here he then paused, glancing at Holmes for a response. "Please continue Mr Wathley,
we shall not let your uncle's story be heard by any other ears but our own," said Holmes
in a reassuring manner. "Very well Mr Holmes. To continue, my uncle has made a fortune,
for the last year only, by smuggling various goods concealed amongst the vast quantities
of tea his ships carry. Such goods as alcohol, tobacco, diamonds, opium and others. I am
sure he only does this because someone has an unfair hold on him, maybe by blackmail or
threats." "But surely the cargos are checked at some stage when they come into port?"
I asked him. "My uncle has built up a good reputation by his, formerly good, trade
methods. It is a matter of trust between him and the customs officers. Even if one does
wish to see the cargo he is soon dissuaded by a hefty bribe." "Such practices should not
be allowed!" I exclaimed. "Watson! Please let Mr Wathley continue, as we have only touched
the surface of this story," said Holmes, in a somewhat condescending manner. "Thank you
Mr Holmes. Well for the past few weeks my uncle has remained in his country house like a
snail in its shell. Puzzled as to why this should be, I journeyed there and asked him
why. He replied by telling me to mind my own business. Normally we get on very well, so
I was taken aback at this attitude towards me. Anyway he then opened the front door,
pushed me outside and told me to go. As he did this a crumpled note fell from his pocket
and when the door closed, I picked up the note and read it. Why I have even brought it
with me. Dr Watson, would you care to read it?" he asked. "Yes, certainly." I then took
the note and read it. It was written in a curious "Gothic" style and simply said ......
"REMEMBER JOHNSON, YOU WILL GET THE SAME." It was signed with the initials F.O.S. "Do you
remember a Mr Nathaniel Johnson, Watson? He was found some weeks ago, decapitated and
dumped outside his house. His murder remains unsolved." asked Holmes. "Why yes! That was
a particularly savage affair, they found the note pinned to his body and if I remember
rightly, there were two crossed swords drawn on the note," I exclaimed with a large smile.
"I am impressed Watson, your recollections are correct but you forgot the vital fact that
Mr Johnson was the owner of a tea parlour imaginatively called "Johnson's Tea Rooms","
said Holmes knowingly. "If I may continue Mr Holmes, this happened yesterday so I went to
my friend Henry Matley and told him what had taken place. He recommended you, so I came
here this morning," said Victor Wathley. "You have done well Mr Wathley. Where is your
uncle at present, at home I presume?" asked Holmes. "Yes, but I do not think he is safe
there. I fear something may happen to him soon. I will pay you any fees that you may need,
so please accept the case Mr Holmes." "I will be more than happy to help you Mr Wathley.
I hope you will be free to accompany me, Watson." smiled Holmes ........"

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CONT....

".... I stood up, brushed the sleeve of my jacket and replied "Of course I will!"
Victor Wathley the arose and walked towards the door. "Here is my uncle's business
card. I have some business to attend to but I shall meet you in Horsham. Good day to
you, and thanks," he said before leaving the room.

"Well was that not an interesting tale?" enquired Holmes. "We can catch the 12:15 train
from Victoria, so prepare yourself Watson." "What is on the card, is there an address?"
I asked. "It says "GEORGE WATHLEY, 26 RYDER LANE, HORSHAM, SUSSEX". It also says that
visitors are by appointment only," replied Holmes. He then glanced at the clock, which
had reached 11:50 a.m. "Well Watson, what do you make of it?" asked Holmes. "I think
his uncle certainly has genuine reasons to be afraid for his life, though I am not too
sure what the initials F.O.S. stand for," I pondered. "Fellowship of Swords. They are a
"Masonic-type" society, which even I know very little of," said Holmes. "Come now, we
had best waste no more time as I fear Mr George Wathley is in deep danger."

A long carriage drive and an even longer railway journey brought us to the small country
station at Horsham. There we met Victor Wathley and together we walked the short distance
to his uncle's house. From behind the large gates I could see the house quite clearly.
It was a large straggling building, very old in the centre, very new at the wings, with
a pair of towering Tudor chimneys and a lichen-spotted, high-pitched roof of Horsham
slabs. Wathley opened the gates and we followed him in and down the gravel path towards
the house. The front entrance was around the corner of the building and Wathley led the
way. When we rounded the corner what befell my eyes was the most grotesque sight it has
ever been my misfortune to see. There, in a scarlet pool of blood, lay George Wathley,
his decapitated head lying beside his body ........"


THE CASE OF THE BEHEADED SMUGGLER
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As SHERLOCK HOLMES, the world's most renowned detective, you must solve this case by
finding the KILLER or KILLERS, the MURDER WEAPON and the MOTIVE behind it all. Use
your "famed" expertise to unravel the mystery and to piece together the numerous clues
that will lead to the solution you seek.

The game is in TWO parts, though there is no need to complete Part One before commencing
part TWO ... However, it will be necessary to use knowledge gained in Part One to solve
and complete Part Two.


Special Commands
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In both parts it is possible to engage characters in conversation by simply inputting
TALK TO (followed by the name of the character you wish to converse with). However, in
Part One you will be able to locate certain characters by asking a companion to FIND
(followed by the name of the character you wish to find) or to QUESTION (followed by the
name of the character you wish to question). In Part Two you must use ACCUSE (followed
by the name of the character you wish to accuse). Use RS and RL to save or load to and
from memory, though use the standard commands SAVE and LOAD to store a more permanent
record to tape ... you may use the abbreviations TS and TL if you wish.
