A few short hours ago you were in your private investigator's office sleeping- er, concentrating hard on your work when a frightened young girl named Elizabeth came to you with a sinister tale. Leaving her in the custody of your trusted landlady Mrs. Pennyworth, you hopped in your none-too-comfortable circa 1970 sedan, gunned the gas-guzzling engine, and raced to where Elizabeth had directed you.
14th place (out of 27) in the 4th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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