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January 1, 1994
Walkthrough (from INTERPLAY)SOLUTION TO ALONE IN THE DARK 2 [PRESENTATION]December 24th 1924. Hell's Kitchen. California.Night enveloped the sinister manor. A north wind howled and leaden cloudsrolled across the sky, chasing what little light was left. Sallow rays ofsun were swallowed in the choking blackness that embraced this unhappycorner of the world. The yellow taxi with its bright chrome seemed aninsolent intrusion into this universe of gloom. The car came to a haltsome hundred yards from the gates to Hell's Kitchen and, as soon as thelone passenger had gotten out, hastened back towards the safety of thecity. Edward Carnby watched the taxi disappear round a bend. The branchesof some trees flickered briefly in the beams of its headlamps, likedoomed souls jerking in the eternal fires. Carnby walked to the gates,happily unaware that he was embarking on a trip into terror. He did knowthat he was all alone; were hell to break loose inside the house, hewould have to face it without help from outside. That night, in thathouse, hell broke loose. Now, as this troubled century draws to a close,many enigmas posed during the night of December 24th in a bleak manorhouse somewhere in California remain unanswered. INFOGRAMES invites youto listen to some extracts from that spine-chilling adventure, as told byEdward Carnby himself in his memoirs. The memoirs of one man alone in thedark Which chapter of Edward Carnby's memoirs would you like to listento?1) In the Garden of Hell's Kitchen2) The Demon's Abode3) The Forgotten GalleonACT 1: IN THE GARDENS AND UNDER THE GROUND THE ENTRY TO HELL'S KITCHEN ======================================================================(A loud explosion)I entered Hell's Kitchen with quite a bang. My bomb blasted open the gateand blew the guard off his feet. Before he could gather his wits, Isqueezed off a couple of 44 slugs into his no-good carcass and rid theworld of a bad guy. That's when I realized this night was going to bekind of ghoulish: you see, his body sank under the ground all by itself.I picked up his Tommy gun and a flask and wondered what the future heldfor grave-diggers. Well, I was in! Going along the alley, I got as far asa bench when two gangsters, who obviously heard my bomb, arrived to bidme a warm welcome. The formalities did not take too long. We exchangedseason's greetings and a lot of bullets. Then they lay down because theywere feeling dead.THE GARDENWhoever took care of the gardens in that place would have been aninteresting person to meet. I did not get a chance to although I did runinto quite a few people. It seemed as if the Homicidal Maniacs Club hadjust declared open season on Carnby. I remember a whole lot ofpump-action shotguns all eager to empty themselves into my guts! I amafraid I was forced to terminate those folks. I have never feltcomfortable in a garden since that night. I found time to pick up a fewuseful items: some ammunition for my Tommy gun, a rope, a few flasks anda grappling-iron. I also came across a strange enigma: four giant playingcards, each of them an ace! The only thing I could think of was thatdiamonds were One Eyed Jack's emblem. So I crossed my fingers and steppedonto the ace of diamonds. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my backin some kind of an underground tunnel.IN THE GARDEN UNDERGROUND-I forgot all about being winded; after all, I had just discovered asecret underground tunnel! Wasting no time, I walked along the galleryand soon came face to face with a very weird character. Was he trying tokiss me or what? He sure didn't look like he wanted to kill me. In fact,he was following me around like a puppy-dog. Now, I'm a broad-minded guy,and I might have allowed this bozo to hang around except for one thing:he smelled bad. Oh boy, did that guy stink! It was just so nauseating Iwas forced to head-butt the creep into eternity. I sure hope they havedeodorant. I made a quick visit of the tunnel complex, finding only aflask, an illegible fragment of a notebook and a chest with a wood-wormproblem. I thought I could make out something shiny under the chest, so Itried pushing it. There was a scraping sound behind me. My hand flew tomy Tommy gun, but there wasn't anybody to shoot: I had in fact activateda mechanism of some kind. Before my eyes, an altar rose from the floor! Ipushed the chest some more and uncovered a metal jack of diamonds. Thatdidn't seem like a whole lot of use, so I put it down on the altar.Imagine my surprise when a ladder appeared on the wall opposite me! Thatwasn't the only thing that appeared. I also saw a shapelesssemitransparent creature. Not waiting to decide if I was scared, I ranover and started punching it, whatever it was. Well, I guess that was theright thing to d it quickly vanished, leaving me with a rusty piratecutlass. I'd had about all I wanted in those tunnels, so I climbed up themysterious la dder. To be honest, I thought I was going up into the housethrough a secret passage in a chimney. However, I found myself back whenI had found the rope. Well, they do say being a private eye means takingthe tough breaks on the chin, whatever that means. All that greenery wasstarting to get on my nerves, so I made my way towards the statue of OneEyed Jack, whose top I could clearly see.BEFORE ONE EYED JACK'S STATUE -Getting to the statue wasn't all that easy: there was a giant root in myway. I had to use the sword I won underground to hack a way through. Thenext thing I noticed was that the statue was very well guarded. A littleguy was gazing at it as if it was a bagful of hundred dollar bills. Thelittle character was the notorious Shorty Leg, so called because he wasshort and had a wooden leg. I could not remember what else he was famousfor. Then he kindly demonstrated: that wooden leg was pumping a hail of44 caliber slugs at me. Shorty had his technique down to a fine art, andto eliminate him, I had to shoot at the precise moment he raised his leg.Before sinking, like his buddies, beneath the ground, he left a scrap ofjournal that made for fascinating reading. It was in fact the immortalitypact of a certain Music Man, also known as Sean O'Leary. This piece ofpaper could turn out to be a weapon worth all the Tommy guns in theworld! I took a good look at the statue Shorty leg admired so much. Ieven thought how nice it would be to turn into a pigeon for long enoughto express my feelings, but there wasn't much time for dreaming. I turnedto walk away when I remembered a photo a dead hoodlum had left behind. Itshowed One Eyed Jack and some of his henchmen standing in front of thestatue. The sculpture was a good likeness, which didn't say much forJack. There was a detail, however, which caught my attention: thestatue's arm wasn't in the same position as in the photo! I breathedslowly and got to work. I knotted the rope to the grappling-iron. Then Ithrew the grappling-iron over the statue's arm. I got lucky: my firstthrow was good. The arm came down. I heard a click and Open Sesame! Therewas a secret opening under the statue. Silently thanking whoever it wasfor discovering photography, I went down the hole.THE UNDERGROUND BENEATH THE STATUE OF ONE EYED JACK-The ladder that led down below the statue would have scared the pants offa monkey. It looked like a well and felt bottomless. And the deeper Iwent, the worse the smell got. A sickening stench of putrefaction! Theair was thick with it. The ladder was getting greasy and dangerous.Suddenly, a rung broke! I scrabbled for a grip but it was no use. Thebottom came up fast and hard. Luckily, no bones felt broken. Somebody upin the sky must have been on my side that night. But my weapons were lostand there was no going back. I was on a stone platform in the middle of ahuge underground room. All around me there was thin air, so I couldn'tafford to foul up. The only way forward was along a wooden plank whichacted as a bridge to another stone platform just visible in the darkness.It didn't look too promising but there wasn't any choice. Before walkingthe plank, I picked up a crank, a nickel and a paper bag that happened tobe sharing, the platform with me. I made it across to the other platformand almost tripped over something soft. I took a closer look at thislatest obstacle. It was Ted, Ted Striker, my best, maybe my only friend.A lousy place to die, buddy. After a couple of minutes, I was steadyenough to search him. All I found was a torn page from his investigationnotebook. By holding it against the other fragment I'd found, I was ableto read the following message: "Carnby, if you `re reading this, I `mdead. The Sanders girl was kidnapped by One Eyed Jack In spite of whatone paper claimed. The man is a monster, obsessed with gambling anddeath. Hell's Kitchen is a warren of secret passages. I'm sure that forone of them, the answer lies in the cards. Remember all those pokernights we had. Something else: the gang makes hooch in the basement andtransports it by boat at high tide from a cave in the cliff-face. Carnby,you've got to kill that monster and get the girl out of there. It's timefor the pupil to show his teacher how it's done!" Before leaving Ted forthe last time, r took his pipe-cleaner. Maybe his wife would like it as akeepsake. The only way out was an armored door that seemed locked. Itried the handle. It was locked all right! It was a shame to let a doorprevent me from saving the Saunders kid. So I used the old paper underthe door trick. You know the idea: you slide a sheet of paper under thedoor. Then you stick something thin like a pipe-cleaner into thekey-hole. If you're lucky like me, there's a key on the other side; youpush it out with the pipe-cleaner and it falls onto your paper! You pullthe paper back out from under the door, grab the nice key and feel proudof yourself. Well, that's what I did. The door opened with a creak thatreminded me of Derceto.THE BASEMENTThe basement guard and I had something in common: a passion for opera! Iwould have loved to discuss Puccini with him but he looked like he'drather fill me fill of front-row tickets to a Heavenly Choir recital. SoI took out my paper bag, blew into it, making a big balloon which I thenpopped with an ear-splitting bang! The guard naturally raised hispump-action shotgun in my direction. We looked into each other's eyes foran instant. What I saw in his encouraged me to pull down the nearbylever. A keg helped him all the way to the cliff's edge. He sangsomething on his way down but it didn't sound like Puccini. I took hisshotgun, flask and a manuscript he'd been considerate enough to leave forme. After all, we music-lovers have to help each other out. As I took alook around, a clock caught my attention. What was it doing there? On oneside there was a delightful little hole that exactly matched my crank! Ididn't hesitate to join the two in wedlock and they were so grateful.They showed me an attractive secret passage beneath the barrels! I'm notone to look a gift-horse in the mouth, so I went through there like ashot. In front of the service-elevator, I came across a box of cartridgesfor my shotgun. I was just slipping some into my grateful weapon when thedoor of the hoist closed and I heard the motor start up.THE GROUND FLOOR HALLWAYIn the ground-floor hallway, I was greeted by an interesting individual.He held a weapon that was as grotesque as it was deadly: an accordion.Noticing that his left hand had been replaced by a hook, I had a cleareridea of the kind of music he played. For the moment, he was interpretinga very rhythmic piece that also managed to punch six-inch holes in thewall behind me. This just had to be the one and only Sean O'Leary. Howprivileged I was to have him play specially for me! His life story wasremarkable. Dublin-born, this son of Erin was destined for greatness as aharpsichord player. But his hopes of a fine career were dashed when somemembers of an audience suggested he should learn to play with more thanone finger. Naturally, he threw them out of a window. The authoritieswere most unfeeling and young Sean was forced to flee over the water toScotland. where he joined the 3rd Highland Regiment. He lost his musicalhand at Gibraltar and deserted before he lost the other. O'Leary studiedaccordion under the stern gaze of that fine teacher, Sancho Fernandez,the mad weaponsmith! Saying low in the Leeward Islands, the talented Seanwas forced to undertake he most atrocious tasks to earn a meager crust.The poor fellow was almost lynched on the Night of the Red Knives. Hesought refuge with One Eyed Jack and proved himself worthy of hisleader's trust during the massacre at Cao Bang. In spite of he deeprespect his music inspired in my soul, I felt it was time for Sean toretire and was about to blow his head off when an idea came to me:instead of wasting my precious cartridges, I took out the Music Man'sImmortality Pact and tore it in two before his horrified eyes. Good-byeSean and thanks again! I inherited his hook. Well, maybe I'd need curvedtoothpick someday. All of a sudden, there was gunfire! Strange as it mayseem, no one was firing at me! I carefully opened the door, to find outwho was doing the shooting.THE LAUNDRY ROOMA wide staircase led from the laundry room up to the first story, but Idecided the basement was the place for me. The gunshots were gettinglouder; they seemed to be coming from the next room. Before opening thedoor, I grabbed a battledore (that's a clothes beater, in case you didn'tknow).THE SHOOTING GALLERYI had no trouble walking into the Firing Range unnoticed. The two firerswere making enough noise to drown out a charging herd of drunk mammoths.These two geeks had a view of the world that began and ended on thefiring range wall. Wondering if they could possibly be robots, I lookedfor a switch but they didn't have one. So it looked like I was going tohave to turn them off some other way. Now, these lads were armed to theteeth and covered in very impressive muscles. That called for a sneakyapproach to the problem. I seized my chance when one of them stopped toreload his weapon. I took out the other gangster with my only bullet andused the first guy's frozen surprise to empty all my cartridges into hisunattractive face. Can you believe, he didn't want to go down! I had tobeat him to pulp with my trusty battledore. Never take a clothes beaterfor granted, my friend! I picked up the package of cartridges for theshotgun, and found myself taking potshots at the targets on the wall.Well, you aren't going to believe this, but the cards repositionedthemselves to form an ace of diamonds! Not only that, but a secretpassage opened up before me! And there was a guard pointing his gun at meand pulling the trigger. Repeatedly! I treated him to a little battledoretherapy. Poor guy never stood a chance. The way ahead was clear.THE CLANDESTINE DISTILLERYMy target practice had just led me into a distillery! There was enoughillegal whisky there to last your lifetime and mine. I was thirsty butthis was no time for fun, so I grabbed a bottle and told myself I'd drinkit later on in honor of Ted. However, I did drink the contents of a flaskI found on the shelves, and felt a whole lot better. I also discovered abook, which told me a lot about the activities of one of the residents, acharming son of a gun called Tom Flaherty, better known as T-Bone. Havingset fire to the tavern of one Donovan, Tom sailed the China seas. At YenT'ai, he teamed up with a pair of sushi specialists with a lust for gold,and called them his Cookies. This jolly group was held responsible forthe raid on Madam Jojo's gaming house. Well, the three buckaroos brokeout of Macao jail and ended up signing on for One Eyed Jack. Being a wilybird, T-Bone managed to liquidate the head cook and take his place. OldTom was a dab hand with blowpipe and used it to slaugh ter the crew'sdinner. His two helpers did the rest. Was I going to meet these lunatics?I found one more thing in there: a book by a senator called Grandt, allabout how to play pool. It didn't teach me a whole lot, but since itmentioned a "one-armed bandit", I was tempted to spend my nickel. And Iwon the jackpot! Well actually, I won two tokens. The alcohol fumes werestarting to get to me, so I decided to return to the Shooting Gallery.There was a surprise waiting for me: something fat and wearingundershorts tottering in front of the gallery door and drinking somethingthat looked lethal. His eyes had given up trying to work as a team, butone of them looked like it saw me. That heaving sack of drunken stuporcouldn't attack me, even with my help. And I wasn't about to shoot him:what if he exploded in my face! Offering him my bottle of whisky seemedas sure a method as any. I don't know what those boys put in their hooch,but that guy went out like a light! I had a look in his bag. There was aSanta-Claus outfit in there! Were kids going to sit on that beast's knee?How could Santy have fallen so low? Shaking my head more in sorrow thanin disgust, I put on the costume. My next objective was to get to theground floor.THE GROUND FLOOR HALLWAYClearly. the gangsters were used to having Santa Claus in the building,as the cookie I met outside the kitchen didn't appear the least surprisedto see me. Something about the way he walked puzzled me for a fewmoments. Then I figured it out: the cookie was being very careful to walkonly on the white floor-tiles. I did the same thing. Just as I was aboutto enter the kitchen, my foot was clumsy enough to step on a black tile.I knew I was in trouble when a loud click sounded in the corner of theroom; the statue of Neptune fired his trident at me! I jumped back, andlet the cookie take over my target duties. He was perfect: the tridenttook him right in the belly; a painful end, but richly deserved, in theopinion of many edible animals. Before going into the kitchen, I went upto the statue of Neptune and usurped his crown.THE KITCHEN-Hardly had I set foot in the kitchen, when the head cook, none other thanT-Bone, waved at me to sit down and eat the fried eggs that were on thetable. This warmed me to the fellow, but the eggs weren't cooked. How cananyone not fry eggs right? Still, not wishing to be an ungrateful SantaClaus, I swallowed them. Maybe it was the way I didn't sway drunkenly.Maybe it was my pump-action shotgun. Whatever the reason, T-Bone soonfigured out that I wasn't the Santa Claus he knew and loved. He grabbedhis blowpipe and was soon spraying me with poisoned darts. I fended themoff with a handy fry-pan, and soon he was out of ammo. Now it was anstraight-forward classic duel: fry-pan against fry-pan. I'll admit thatmy fencing skills were of limited value. I had played a little tennisthough, and soon managed to smash convincingly. At least T-Bone thoughtso. Having cooked his goose, I turned to face the inevitable assault ofsavage hordes attracted by the clang of cooking utensils. But no one hadcome. As a matter of fact, somebody somewhere was laughing heartily,oblivious to the havoc being wrought in the kitchen. I inspected theplace and found a vial of poison, which I promptly poured into a halfbottle of wine. Before leaving the kitchen, I noticed a dumbwaiter, anelevator for food trays. It was activated by a little bell.Unfortunately, I was too big to get in it. I left the kitchen and came toa double door that I reckoned should open onto the guard-room.THE GUARD ROOMThe double door near the kitchen had a serving hatch which I was able tolook through. In the room beyond, two guards were twiddling their thumbsin boredom. Those boys were more than happy to play along. I placed thebottle of poisoned wine in the serving hatch The hatch opened and thebottle vanished. After a short while, the hatch opened again. Those guysmust have eaten something real bad, because they collapsed in a veryunhealthy way. I was just about to go in, when an old friend dropped by;my boozing buddy from the Shooting Gallery was back in business. I wasafraid he was going to invite me for a drink, but I needn't have worried.He had other things on his mind. From his undershorts, he pulled out hisrevolver and started waving it at me I couldn't afford the scandal, so Ibopped him into never-never land with my y-pan. Furniture-wise, the GuardRoom was a fine example of the almost-nothing style, except for a barrelorgan and a foldaway bed. The door at the other end of the room waslocked. Being a music lover, I was curious enough to push tone of thetokens I'd found into the organ's coin-slot. The token, which was yellow,triggered some loud music and a brief noise off to my left. I looked overand saw a gold doubloon spinning on the floor. I picked it up, glad to bemaking some money at last. I felt I should try my second token, a brownone. No gold doubloon this time. But the Dormitory door opened, which wasa welcome surprise.THE DORMITORY-Not being sick in that dormitory was about as easy as keeping your cigardry in the shower. The place was musty, dusty and damp. with paperhanging off the walls. What kind of creepy nut would want to sleep thereMy visit wasn't wasted. though I can tell you! I found a bullet-proofvest on the first bed. On the floor, I picked up a Tommy gun and an ammoclip. Feeling ready for battle, I made for the second-story hallway.SECOND STORY HALLWAYI was received on the second story by a nut who was going to be tough tocrack: a deadly sharpshooter by the name of Alister Fein, alias BlackHat. This charm-school graduate began his life of crime at age eight!Little Alister missed his daddy, so he placed a teddy-bear stuffed withgelignite at the gate of Killarney jail! He and I had similar methods.Nine bodies were carried out from the smoking rubble. All that remainedof captain Dickson was a fine black hat. Alister kept it as a souvenirand decorated it with very sharp blades. His exploits made an outlaw ofhim and he was soon in Trinidad, where he studied hard and became anacknowledged expert in firearms and manhunting. One Eyed Jack couldhardly pass over this kind of talent, now could he? Black Hat and Ididn't get much of a chance to chew the fat, I'm sorry to say. My Tommygun just wouldn't shut up, and then it jammed. But not before giving poorold Alister his very last belly-ache! Having no one else to pass the timeof day with, I sauntered over to the pool room.THE POOL ROOM-In the pool room, there was a pool table all right, but no balls. Thistall character was looking at me, his right arm stretched out in mydirection. An ally at last? Somehow, I didn't think so; I mean, bestbuddies don't normally point derringers at each other. Then he threw itdown on the pool table. The man was challenging me to a duel! I didn'tfeel too happy about that, believe me. I'm a good shot with any weapon,even dueling pistols, but give me machine guns and dynamite any day. Now,according to dueling code, I was supposed to fire the first shot. Hedidn't hold with old-fashioned notions like dueling codes and emptied hisgun at me. So, when he stopped to reload, I played the same trick on him.I lied about being a good shot: I aimed for his heart but could onlymanage to drill him between the eyes. Oh well. He left me his swordstick. A gentleman to the end. I had a look around and found only half ofa parchment, which meant I couldn't read it. I kept it anyway. There wasalso a book there, all about the criminal adventures of some of One EyedJack's gang. De Witt was heavily featured; he was the party I had justexterminated. It also talked about Black Hat, and two others I hadn't yethad the pleasure of meeting. I closed the book and headed for thebedroom.THE SECOND STORY BEDROOMAn oppressive atmosphere hung in the air of the witch's bedroom. My skincrawled. It even tried to get the heck out of there, but the rest of mewas braver and so my skin stayed, under protest. Sticking out of the wallwere two arms, and they were waving a sword. Well, I had my swordstick,so we were soon locked in mortal combat. Guess who won. And I won a newhalf-parchment. Illegible, of course. I was nearly going to say somethingshocking like Dag blast it!" when a bright idea pushed a button somewhereinside my slow-moving brain. Feverishly, I superposed the parchment onthe one I found in the pool room. Hey presto! The message read: "If thewhite queen seeks the throne, the king must empower her. May the amuletlaid in the center of the sign open the doorway to space. That is the keyto the royal gambit." At first, that meant about as much to me as the OldTestament in medieval Mongolian. But as I gazed about the room, my eyewas attracted to an ivory bust facing me. The young woman's milky eyesseemed to wink at me. was she the one I was supposed to "empower"? How doyou give power to a queen? I didn't know too much about royalty, but howabout if you crown her? I tried it. with the crown I took from theNeptune guarding the kitchen door. Immediately, I heard a tinkling soundfrom the next room. I went in there. That chamber of sorcery was evenscarier than the bedroom. It was narrow and dark. On the floor, in themiddle of a big flat stone, lay a beautiful amulet, shimmering with athousand lights. I couldn't help myself: I snatched it up and was struckby what felt like a lightning bolt. I wasn't able to move a muscle! To myhorror. my feet rose from the floor, and I began to float up towards theceiling. My chest was being crushed by some invisible force. I couldn'tbreathe! So this was the end of the road for E. Carnby! I hadn't donemuch better than Ted, after all. What really made me mad was failing theSaunders girl death stole over me like a black shroud. Then, all of asudden, the pressure lessened. 1 could breathe again, even flex mymuscles. I was suspended horizontally in mid-air two yards above thefloor. Then I was released. "Ouch" is a nice way of putting it.THE LOFT TELEPORT ROOMThe room I was "transported to after I took the amulet had no furniture.The only things I found were a flask and a message addressed to One EyedJack from Christmas Acme Limited. They were sorry they couldn't deliver ared pool ball, but hoped he would accept a case of champagne as a mark oftheir esteem. How did those guys stay in business? The door wasn'tlocked, so there was nothing stopping me from looking for more trouble.THE ATTIC HALLWAY-The hallway in the attic was empty of people. An old wooden pirate'schest caught my eye. What I found inside it was better than any treasure:a cute little Tommy gun and a clip of ammo. I hardly had time to strokeit lovingly before a crazed acrobat jumped in from someplace and startedtwirling all around me. This weirdo would have been great in a circus,but I wasn't in the mood and he was making me dizzy, so I weighted himdown with some lead. Meanwhile a huge blob of a guy had waded into theact. Now, this clown was in no shape to try acrobatics, so he just fireda lot of bullets at me. I got into the spirit of the thing, and firedback. For a while there, we were really communicating. Then he got cutoff, leaving only a key for me to remember him by. The twirling dancerwas the next to pass away, and he left a grenade behind. That wasconsiderate, because I love explosions. My next move was to inspect thejunk closet the blob person had come from.THE ATTIC JUNK ROOM-The attic junk room contained quite a lot of piled up junk. Onebrightly-colored object stood out: a jack-in-the-box. There was nothingunusual about it, and yet I couldn't help feeling it was watching me!Don't ask me why, but I had a sudden urge to insert the gold doubloon Ifound near the dormitory into the jack-in-the-box. Naturally, its headsprang out on a spring. Something struck my face! I searched for myaggressor, but it was only a little pompom from the clown's hat. I put itin my pocket and went over to the only closed door in the attic.THE ATTIC BEDROOM-The room I entered contained nothing but a child's bed. Slouched againsta wall lay a puppet. It was the only note of joy in this depressingplace. I turned to leave the room when a noise caused me to look back.The puppet was standing up, observing me! There was something speciallychilling about that puppet. It didn't attack me, it just danced around,doing a disjointed jig. I have a relational problem with that particularkind of puppet, so I felt it would be better for both of us to separatewhile we were still good friends. Next door was a charming littleinterior garden, sadly neglected. The resident snakes made it clear theydidn't appreciate being disturbed. So I went to the door very gently,followed by my puppet pal. I threw the pompom in among the snakes, and asI had hoped, the puppet ran in to fetch it. What a dope he was! With thesnakes being so busy, I turned my attention to an idea I'd been playingwith for some time. My sense of direction told me the garden was abovethe ground-floor dining room. The two rooms shared the same chimney! Witha jolly "Ho ho", Santa Claus dropped his grenade down that chimney. Ithink the boys below got quite a kick out of it! Having announced myarrival, it only remained for me to go down the chimney myself.THE GROUND FLOOR DINING ROOMThe grenade I had sent down from the attic had thinned the enemy's ranks.Only three gangsters were left to enjoy the Christmas present Santy hadbrought them. When the smoke finally cleared, I was tickled to see thosehardened killers had actually decorated a Christmas tree! Underneath itall, they were just lovable rascals. A shiny ball on the tree attractedmy attention: it seemed to weigh down the branch more than it should. Itturned out to be a pool ball. Weird. I thought of the message fromChristmas Acme Limited informing One Eyed Jack they couldn't deliver ared pool ball. But there was another connection that my brain refused tomake. I went through all the objects I had collected. The included quitea lot of written documents: books. parchments journals; but nothing Icould use now. Then I read this message: "The ball of fire opens the gateto Hell". That was it! The ball of fire had to be the red pool ball, andthe gate to Hell was surely a secret door of some kind. I ran out ofthere and up to the pool room like a bat out of Hell's Kitchen! I triedout my theory on the pool table. Nothing! I did every damn thing withthat ball, but no secret door opened. Well one more good idea that turnedout bad. Then I noticed the Chinese billiards table. Two seconds later, Idropped the ball inside. Bingo! The bookcase creaked open. My secret doorbeckoned. It was locked but I had a key, the one I took from the bad guyin the attic.ONE EYED JACK'S SECRET ROOM-As soon as l set foot in One Eyed Jack's secret room, I sensed thedanger. That place was a dark as the inside of a shark's belly. My nosehit something hard. Then a ghastly laugh froze my blood. Then a blindinglight blinded me. After a few seconds, I was able to squint: no doubtabout the man with the gun. This was One Eyed Jack himself! I would havejumped on him, only I was stuck in some kind of bird cage. Jack wassmiling down at a little girl. That's right, there was Grace Saunders,happily playing next to one of the great psycho-killers of history. OneEyed Jack wasn't in any hurry to put me out of my misery. That suited me.He sensed the solemnity of the occasion and decided to tell me the movingstory of his dastardly deeds. When that was over, he raised his revolver,no doubt feeling it was time for me to meet my maker. I glanced one lasttime at the poor little infant I had been unable to save from theclutches of this heartless evildoer. As you can imagine, it all happenedvery fast. As Jack lovingly squeezed the trigger of his gun, Grace ranstraight out of the room! jack hesitated between finishing me off andrunning after the girl, and decided to finish me off. Only kidding!Actually, he sprinted after the little girl. I thanked the powers that befor my reprieve, unlocked the door of my prison with the hook I won fromthe accordion player, and ran after One Eyed Jack and the Saunders child.I bounded down the stairs and heard the front door open. If the gangstersintended leaping into a car, then it was all over. But that's not whathappened. The front door was shut. I rushed into the guard room, whereI'd noticed some windows. The howling wind at my back made me turn round.Elisabeth Jarret was a very decorative dame. But what a lousy sense ofhospitality! She came at me, and she meant business. Being a gentleman, Istepped back a pace or two and would have kept on going if the wallhadn't stopped me. Well. I tried one of my relaxed grins. She grinnedright back. The next thing I knew. I was floating up in the air. My headfelt like it was inside a bell, doing the ringing. I lost consciousness.ACT 2: THE GALLEON ==================IN IRONSWhen I came around, I was in irons deep in the hold of a ship. Beside mewas the poor little Saunders girl, exhausted, no doubt in deep shock fromthe horrors she had witnessed. Then I saw Elisabeth Jarret. Her cold eyesbore into mine, and I felt she was rummaging through my soul. In herhands, she held a doll, and it looked like someone I knew very well. Me.My first thought was "voodoo". She then told me her life story. `Morethan two centuries ago, Elisabeth Jarret arrived in Haiti. I was aninnocent little girl then. But my new tutor, Henry Cotton, taught me fearand contempt. But in hiding, a slave from the plantation taught me toride the shadows. Soon the pupil grew stronger than the master... AndCotten felt the weight of my revenge... and became my creature. Soldierscaptured us, but did they recognize Cotten? The Flying Dutchman was myprison. I was thrown into the hold with my creature... I could "see" thecaptain kept the spare key to my irons. My spirit wandered... One-EyedJack "heard" my call and knew what reward awaited him. My soul guidedhim... Death is my ally. One-Eyed Jack signed the pact and he and hiscrew became immortal. Every hundred years, we had but to sacrifice aninnocent girl: she would grow old instead of us... At long last, I feltthe breath of freedom.' Her story was over. As she flew off, the witchcontemptuously twisted the doll she held. Pain seared through my body. Mymuscles felt like they were tearing apart. After an eternity she relaxedher grip. Every ounce of energy had been wrung from me. As I slipped intooblivion, I saw Grace pushing a plank.THE GUARD ROOMGrace tiptoed into the Guard Room. She was welcomed by a parrot withthings to say. A little birdseed was enough to get him singing. Gracelistened with great care to this little rhyme: If it is the staff you'relooking for, It has been hidden, what a bore, In the cabin of theone-eyed man. That's where you should seek it, if you can. If you please,Do not sneeze. Grace managed to find a sandwich to eat, and a pepperpot.On the wall, she saw a useful plan of the ship, which indicated, amongother things the position of the captain's cabin on the first level. Shealso noticed that in the ship's galley, a small service elevator forfood, called a dumbwaiter, communicated with the kitchen up in the house.THE SECOND LEVEL CORRIDOR-Grace now had to get to One Eyed Jack's cabin, by way of he north ladderto the first level. She had just left the Guard Room when the sound offootsteps came from her right Grace instinctively ran of to the left. Itwas a dead-end! Both doors were locked. The footsteps were gettingcloser. Grace hid under the steps and held her breath. Just in time, Theguard turned into the corridor and stopped. He seemed to hesitate.Turning his back to her, the guard gave Grace a chance to escape: she randown the corridor and scrambled up the ladder to safety. From the firstlevel, Grace was able to climb another ladder to the deck.THE SHIP'S DECK-The deck of the Flying Dutchman was littered with reminders of a bygoneera: coils of rope, cannons and kegs, not to mention quite a few drunkenseadogs singing shanties no fragile young ears ought to hear. Veryslowly, Grace slipped from hiding-place to hiding-place, making her wayto the captain's cabin. A thunder of applause made her look at thepirates. They were cheering the acrobatic feats of the amazing Mr. Eye.In the excitement of the moment, no one noticed him drop his tinderboxlighter. No one except Grace, that is. It lay beside a hiding-place, soshe was able to get it without any of the pirates seeing her. The littlegirl finally made it to the hatchway that looked down onto the captain'scabin. They say that fortune favors the brave. Well, Grace had been braveall right, and now she got a lucky break: a rope was hanging inside.Grace disappeared through the hatchway and slid down the rope.ONE EYED JACK'S CABIN-Once inside the captain's cabin, Grace noticed his staff lying on thebed. She took it and went to leave. The rope to the hatchway had becomeunhooked. The only way out was the cabin door. Judging from the coarselaughter nearby, the trip wasn't going to be easy. Grace stayed very calmand worked out a devilish scheme. She opened a chest that lay on thefloor and found a miniature cannon. She positioned it carefully in frontof the door to the corridor. Then she shook her pepperpot inside thebarrel of the cannon. Finally, threw a crystal vase from the bookshelvesonto the floor. The nearby laughter stopped. The door was thrown open andlight flooded in. A threatening figure stood in the doorway. Grace litthe fuse with her tinderbox lighter. The figure kept coming, until atlast the cannon fired a cloud of pepper in his face. He sneezed so hard,he banged his head on the door-frame and went down for the count! Gracesearched him quickly and discovered a little bell, which she kept. Shesilently went along the corridor. When she got to the galley, she heardfootsteps, and they were coming her way. Praying nobody would see her,Grace slipped into the galley.THE SHIP'S GALLEY-The galley, for that's what a ship's kitchen is called, was a smallishroom. Grace peeked through the door and saw two men climbing the southladder. Oh no! They were cooks, obviously heading straight for thekitchen to prepare Christmas dinner. There was no time to lose. Thelittle girl looked for the dumbwaiter. There it was! She went up to itand rang her little bell. The result was almost immediate: thedumbwaiter's little door opened. Grace had just enough time to grab achicken foot and a key from the table, before she squeezed into thedumbwaiter.THE HOUSE KITCHEN-After a rather scary ride up in the dumbwaiter, Grace Saunders arrived inthe kitchen of the house. Luckily, she was alone. Outside, a man stoodguard. How was she going to get past him! Grace examined the kitchen.There were lots of sharp and pointy things, but Grace didn't like theidea of blood, so she looked for something else. Opening a closet, shesaw the solution to her problem: a pot of molasses and an ice-bucketfilled with ice cubes. She carefully covered the floor with the icecubes, then went over to the door. Sticking her tongue out at thestartled guard, Grace backed into the kitchen. The guard sauntered afterher, fairly confident of his ability to defeat her in single combat. hethen stepped on an ice-cube and gained a whole new perspective on thesituation. His very ugly head smacked sickeningly on the floor. Graceheaded for the first story.THE SECOND STORY HALLWAYQuiet as a mouse, Grace crept up the stairs to the second story. Theguard who was pacing up and down didn't look very friendly, and when hesaw the girl, he rushed forward to get his hands on her. Meanwhile, shefancied a little molasses, but OOPS, spilled it on the floor! That sillyold guard just kept right on coming. When he decided to avoid the stickystuff, he was already in it. While he learned how a fly feels when he'sstuck on fly-paper, Grace went into the billiards room.THE BILLIARDS ROOMInside the billiards room. found a token in one of the pockets of thebilliards table. Then she skipped along to One Eyed Jack's desk, whereshe found out there were lots of drawers she couldn't open. It waschild's play to insert the captain's staff into the matching hole in thedesk. There was a pleasant little click and the top drawer slid open. Itcontained a key to nice Mr. Carnby's shackles which Grace naturally took.Next stop: the witch's bedroom.THE WITCH'S ROOMAs soon as Grace entered the witch's room, she felt very nervous. Allthat spooky stuff, the skulls and weird masks. It was too much like thescary stories the bigger kids sometimes told her. This time, though itwas more than just a story and all of a sudden she felt very much alone.But she also knew that her immediate enemy was fear, so she fought itdown and walked into the chamber of sorcery. There, she placed thecaptain's staff on the flat stone in the center of the room. The staffimmediately began to dance and twirl, becoming the staff of Loas, apowerful Voodoo object. Grace, keeping her imagination in check, took thestaff once more, not knowing what it was.THE GUARD ROOMGrace had one objective. To get to Carnby and free him. She figured allshe had to do was go back the way she came, by going to the kitchen andtaking the dumbwaiter down to the ship's galley. The trouble was thearmed guard near the kitchen door. Grace had a bright idea. As silentlyas she could, she made her way into the Guard Room, where she hadpreviously noticed a foldaway bed. She placed her teddy-bear exactlyunderneath, then went to the barrel organ. She hid between the machineand the wall, then inserted her token. When the music started, the guardrushed in, saw the teddybear and went to pick it up. When he leaned over,the bed fell on him with a resounding thud! The way was clear. Grace raninto the kitchen, rang her little bell in front of the dumbwaiter andwaited. A few instants later, the little door opened and she climbed in.When she got to the ship's galley, she was met by a small welcomingcommittee. It seemed the two cookies didn't like little girls taking freerides in their dumbwaiter. They seized grace and made the mistake oftaking her down to the lockup where Carnby was chained in irons.THE LOCK-UP-I had trouble believing it. The Saunders kid had actually brought me thekey to my chains! For the moment, she was being roughed up by a bad guy,who was kind enough to turn his back on me. I used the key Grace threwover to get free. My Houdini act was kind of noisy and the pirate whirledround with a dangerous glitter in his eye, and a shiny cutlass all readyto strike! Well, I had been boiling with rage and frustration for sometime, and beating the brains out of this bozo was the perfect way toexpress those emotions. I rushed headlong at him and attacked like atornado. The scurvy dog came to a painful end. I was roused now, and thisship was about to get cleaned out! I picked up the cutlass and went tothe next room, where a noisy parrot covered the oaths of my second victimin as many minutes. Going through the hall, I took the left-handcorridor. Somebody tried to stop me. I don't even remember what the swinelooked like. But he did leave me a short fuse and an old-fashioned pistol.THE SHIP'S LIQUOR STORE-The next door I opened was to a room filled with kegs and bottles. Theseguys drank to much, even for thirsty cutthroats! Naturally, the place wasguarded. Why, it was none other than Shorty Leg, my old friend from thestatue of One Eyed Jack. "History keeps repeating itself", as the sayinggoes. Not wanting to contradict the wisdom of that fine proverb, I killedShorty Leg again although this time, I cut him to bits with swordplay.Before making his exit, old Shorty managed to drop a pistol, some leadbullets and a coat of chainmail. I pushed one of the barrels, to find asecond coat of chainmail and a bottle containing an extract from the bookof marvels. I didn't want to spend too long in that room, so afterputting on the chainmail, I left, heading for the first door on my right.It wasn't locked, so I gave it a gentle shove. It opened onto whatappeared to e the ship's holdTHE SHIP'S HOLD-Things went pretty quickly in the ship's hold. I didn't see Black Hat atfirst, so he had all the time in the world to aim his pair of pistols atme. The bullet that should have killed me just bounced off the chainmail.It was his turn to taste cold steel. I stabbed and hacked `til he wasforced to fall down dead. In his will, he left me some bullets for mycharming old pistol. My work in the hold was done. Next stop, theblacksmith's.THE FOUNDRY-Inside the foundry, the heat was intense. The two blacksmiths, on theother hand, eyed me rather coldly. Their fine blades would have turned meinto bite-size chunks, if my footwork hadn't been as good as it was.Flashing my well-known daredevil grin, I wielded my own sword, impressingthose hamfisted lugs with the elegance of my deadly technique. They diedat the hands of a master! I calmly inspected their workplace. Thewood-burning furnace was blazing away merrily. Taking great care, Ilifted the white-hot poker that stood before the furnace door. A nobleinstrument and a kind weapon, since it wounded and cauterized its victimwith the same stab. I must admit, however, that I felt more adventurousfighting with a cutlass. I decided to take along the excellent pair ofpincers that lay on the workbench behind the furnace. They looked likethey needed a change of pace. On the floor, I came across a key. Thewords "powder magazine were scratched into it. My heart sang with joy;gunpowder has always been one of my great loves. The key fit the end doorperfectly.THE POWDER MAGAZINE-Like a lot of the rooms I'd visited in Hell's Kitchen. the powdermagazine was guarded. The fellow who now faced me was no stranger: I hadalready killed him. De Witt. you'll recall was a keen duelist, and setabout me with a flashing bade and some very classy moves. Unfortunatelyfor him, he never lived long enough to put my lessons to good use. He hadno use for his bag of sand. his little barrel of gunpowder and his book,so I inherited them. Having done about as much damage as I could down inhe hold of the ship, I decided to climb the metal ladder up to the firstlevel. The first door I looked through opened onto a room containing aship's cannon. The foundry on the level below connected with this roomvia a large opening in the floor. I was intrigued and went in.THE CANNON ROOM-Inside the armourer's, the guy who was supposed to be guarding the cannonwas in fact catching up with his beauty sleep. He had a lot of catchingup to do. He wasn't the only one snoring around there. More sleeperscould be heard in the room opposite. I pushed open the door. As Ithought, this was the dormitory. Three pirates, lying in bunk-beds, wereprobably dreaming about smoke and plunder on the high seas. They lookedso happy, I hadn't the heart to wake them up. In fact, I felt it onlyright to give those boys all the sleep they needed. I put the little kegof powder down facing the big cannon over in the armourer's. Then I wentinto the armourer's and, taking out my pincers, set about cutting throughthe chains that held the cannon in place. Everything was going fine, theonly sound was my pincers cutting through tough steel. And the guard hadstopped that horrible snoring. I silently thanked him, then felt thehairs on the back of my neck running for cover. I span round just in timeto see the guard prepare to impale me. I hate being impaled; its notdignified. So I had no choice but to kill the guy. Once the chains werecut through, I turned the cannon round to point directly at the littlepowder keg. Pushing that cast-iron monster wasn't easy but the next bitmade it all worthwhile. I put my short fuse onto the firing nozzle.Everything was ready. I silently wished the sleepers happy landings, andlit the fuse with my poker. That little barrel of gunpowder lived up toexpectations. The only things I found in the smoking wreckage of thedormitory were a flask and a small bag of gold coins. That last item gaveme an idea, so I headed for the galley to try it out.THE SHIP'S GALLEY-As I neared the galley, I heard high-pitched laughter. The door waslocked, but that was no big problem. I just shook my bag of gold coinsand waited. What pirate of the name can resist the sound of pieces ofeight? Sure enough, the galley door flew open and out waddled two tinycharacters wielding hatchets. I chuckled at them but they didn't see whatwas funny. As a matter of fact, they put up quite a fight and I almostfelt sorry when my sword finally ended their very short existence. I wentthrough to the pantry where I ran into an old sparring partner. T-Bonewasn't looking too healthy, even if his blowpipe still sprayed poisoneddarts. But in close-quarter fighting, blowpipes start to look kind ofsilly. As he died, he left behind a strange item: a metal jack ofdiamonds. I decided it probably functioned as a key. Opposite thekitchen, I had noticed a door and so I went back and tried the metal cardin the door's unusual lock. It worked! I entered the room beyond.THE CAPTAINS ROOM-Even as I stepped into the captain's room, something didn't feel right.My fears proved to be justified when, a couple of seconds later, my feetfloated off the floor. A sense of duty made me test my muscles: they wereall out to lunch. The really scary thing was that I could still see andhear. And I saw a very welcome sight: Grace Saunders grinning from ear toear. She tiptoed over to the captain's statue and placed the staff ofLoas in its outstretched hand. It wasn't much of a surprise to see apassage open, leading into Elisabeth Jarret's room. Miss Jarret was sobusy deciding what nasty thing she wanted to do with the doll she held,she never noticed Grace. The little girl had read in a book she'ddiscovered that a simple chicken leg was all it took to defeat voodoomagic. Moving towards the witch, Grace held up the drumstick, looking asthough she actually believed everything she read. I'll never sneer at achicken again. It was as if all the witch's occult powers had turnedagainst her. Jarret rose in the air and melted before our astonishedgaze! Jarret's death abruptly ended the spell that held me up in the air.Luckily my nose was there to cushion the fall. I picked myself up and wasabout to do the same to Grace and bring her back to her mommy and daddy,when a bad thing happened. From the floor in front of me emerged acreature that was hideous. Worse, it was big, with muscles that rippledlike the surface of a swimming pool just after many elephants dived in atthe same time. I fixed the beast with a masterful stare that workssurprisingly well on smaller dogs. Then I fled up the ladder to theship's deck.THE SHIP'S DECK-After the unspeakable monster in the captain's cabin it was quite arelief to face the host of bloodthirsty pirates I ran into on the deck.My fear now turned to irriation, and Music Man was the first to bepunished. He had made little progress in his music, I was sorry to see.This time, I had no pact of immortality to tear up, so I just shot him inthe head. His buddies soon joined him in death. I had become a proficientswordsman and these adversaries were no more than musing playthings. As Isent them on their way into eternity, I watched Bubble-Blade scramble upthe mizzenmast and Mister Eye climbing up to his lookout post in thecrow's nest. When I had finished on deck. I followed Mister Eye. Theother mast had no ladder and if I did descend from apes they can't havebeen the tree-dwelling type.THE LOOKOUT POSTThe lookout post was perfect for anyone looking for the best way to breakyour neck. This tiny little platform sixty feet above the deck was hometo Mister Eye. Let me fill you in a his background. He was born atNouamghar, and ended up being deported to Haiti. A meaningless existence,until he made Miss Jarret's acquaintance. She initiated him into voodooas her servant. After the attack on December 25th, he was made lookoutbecause of his exceptional view. He also handled the harpoon withremarkable dexterity. I managed to best him, though, forcing him on thedefensive with thrust and parry, until finally he just stepped back intothin air! Bubble-Blade was still alive, which was a situation I intendedto correct. I was up the mainmast, and he was over on the mizzenmast. Hewas in no hurry to come to me, so I had to take the initiative. And therewasn't much time to lose: One Eyed Jack was down on deck, getting Graceready for sacrifice. Inwardly swearing at fate for landing me in thismess, I used my hook to grab a dangling rope, closed my eyes and leaped.THE FOREYARDThere we were, Bubble-Blade and I, standing on a horizontal pole highabove the deck and about to fight a duel. My adversary tried to bolstermy confidence by performing cute acrobatic tricks that should have beenimpossible. He was also an expert with a sword. Thinking that I might aswell get it over with I attacked first. Bubble-Blade was surprised bythis; he clearly expected me to be paralyzed with fear by this time.Anyhow, he hesitated for a second, just to show me how disgusted he was.I didn't want him to change his opinion of me, so I attacked again, withall the violence I had in me. He wasn't used to getting killed that way,and he took it real badly. Well, the time had come at last for myshowdown with the evil boss of all that murderous riffraff, the infamousOne Eyed Jack himself Leaping to the deck, I went to where captainNichols' sword stuck up from the deck. I had read that this weapon alonecould put an end to Jack's evil career.THE FINAL COMBATWith captain Nichols' sword in hand, I walked with a firm step to whereOne Eyed Jack waited. He did not attempt to stop me from cutting throughGrace's chains with my pincers. She scampered to temporary safety, asJack and I squared off to decide her fate. He slashed at me. I dodged theblow with a split second to spare. My enemy's one good eye stared at mestonily. His two swords twirled in the air like dancers. I parried asbest I could. The fight went on, deadly and bitter and hard. I wasgrowing tired. Soon, I was bound to make a mistake and then Jack wouldstrike like lightning. I had to gamble on a sudden attack; it worked!Jack stared at me in disbelief, then crumpled to the deck. I closed myeyes and laughed with relief. Another laugh, bloodcurling, the cackle ofthe tomb, echoed round that cavern. One Eyed Jack was back on his feet.He lashed out at me with the power of demons. Where I found the speed andstrength to parry that attack I will never know. Maybe I had come too farand seen too much to let that scumbag beat me. Maybe it was the thoughtof getting Grace back to her home for Christmas. Or maybe it was becauseTed Striker was one of the few friends I ever had. Maybe it was all ofthose. One Eyed Jack couldn't be allowe d to continue his reign ofterror. I found the energy I needed, and destroyed him. There was no timeto lose. I grabbed Grace and jumped into the lifeboat. We werepractically out of the cavern when an explosion reverberated through theair. The ghostly figure of One Eyed Jack was firing the ship's cannons.Huge lumps of rock fell from the cavern walls and smashed into the shipbelow. Giant waves dashed against each other. Our rowboat was tossed outonto the ocean. Outside, the sea was calm. We were safe at last. The sun
was peeping over the horizon. It was going to be a beautiful day.
32,000 hit points:Wait until you are in the house. Go to the kitchen. Take the frying pan. Take the poison that is next to the dumb waiter, and the other poison on the counter. Create poisoned wine. Drink the wine. Hold the [Enter] until the "Inventory And Actions" list appears again. Your hit points should be lower than -1000. Repeat this process until your hit points are out of the negative range. You should have approximately 32,000 hit points. Use the frying pan to keep sober.