You are standing in a modestly appointed bedroom in the modern, that is to say, Victorian style. There is a large bed which dominates most of the tiny room, and at the foot of it, a guarded fire burning gently. An old oak dressing table, worn with use, stands against one side of the room. Upon the table stands a large dressing mirror, reflecting neatly your own image. An open doorway to the south leads onto a dimly lit landing.
An unfolded letter lies upon the dresser. A small snuff box sits upon the foot of the bed.
You see the following exits: north
>> look letter
The letter, written in a small, neat hand, reads as follows:
Mr Holmes,
I should wish to speak to you regarding a matter of utmost personal importance. I would prefer it if we could discuss this matter in a more personal setting. I would be most grateful if you could respond via the Royal post with a time that you will be available.
Yours faithfully,
Mr. Jabez Wilson
>> get snuff
You take the snuff box.
>> look
You are standing in a modestly appointed bedroom in the modern, that is to say, Victorian style. There is a large bed which dominates most of the tiny room, and at the foot of it, a guarded fire burning gently. An old oak dressing table, worn with use, stands against one side of the room. Upon the table stands a large dressing mirror, reflecting neatly your own image. An open doorway to the south leads onto a dimly lit landing.
An unfolded letter lies upon the dresser.
You see the following exits: north