I sat back, grinning, knowing that the kids were about to learn a great deal about the world. As if on cue, the kids tumbled into the room, grabbed the controls and got to work solving the Sandiego gang's next caper. "An educational video game? Geez, don't tell the kids". Not only is it fun, but it's also educational". "I'm playing a game called Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego", I explained. France vanished, replaced by the familiar surroundings of my living room. The sound of my wife's voice yanked me back to the real world. Soon she was in the custody of the local police. Lady Agatha had lain in wait for me, hoping to gun me into history and make good her escape. The moment I disembarked from the jet, I was caught up in a whirlwind of action. I knew immediately my chase was near its end.
Clutching an arrest warrant for Lady Agatha in my sweaty paw, I climbed aboard a France-bound jet. In a state of acute anticipation, I dialed up the crime computer and added the ring to the suspect's description. A quick check in my Detective's Almanac and I knew she was on her way to Paris, France. She also claimed she was a textile buyer interested in fashions. In Sri Lanka I learned that the suspect, who had been wearing a fancy ring, had been especially curious about the ancient Franks. That knowledge, coupled with my trusty Detective's Almanac (which has two pages of full-color flags), pointed me to Sri Lanka. No matter, I was getting closer, especially after learning from the librarian that my suspect had checked out all the books on Veddah artifacts. A guard then informed me that the woman I was pursuing had left in a vehicle flying a golden-lion flag. I escaped with both my health and the certain conviction that I was indeed on the right track.Īfter recovering from a bout of jangled nerves (guns, especially when fired in my direction, have that effect upon me), I visited the palace. Immediately upon landing in Rome, I was the victim of a vicious attack by a thug with a pistol. Denied a warrant, I continued on to the airport. To my disappointment, I was informed that two people fit the description I had so far: Carmen Sandiego and Lady Agatha. That might be enough evidence to get me an arrest warrant. I already knew the suspect was female, drove a convertible and liked tennis. Ah, hah! Rome!īefore getting back to the airport, I found a phone booth and dialed up my crime computer. Further, Italy's government was a republic with a president.
Flipping through my Detective's Almanac, I quickly determined that the Etruscans had come from Italy. A mousey woman informed me that the suspect, carrying a tennis racket, had checked out books on the Etruscans. I made notes and moved on to the library. She had said something about bringing a message to the president. My first stop was the embassy, where I was informed by the ambassador that he had seen the suspect leave in a convertible. As soon as I touched down at Moroni Airport, I made my way into the city to question the witnesses. Shoving the pizza off my desk and onto the floor, I located my phone and called Transoceanic Airways, making a reservation on the first flight to Comoros.Įven though Africa was stiflingly hot, I didn't waste time. This was my chance for the big time! Nailing one of Carmen Sandiego's people would make me front-page news. According to the message, a female suspect had been seen in Moroni, Comoros, in possession of a sultan's stolen perfume bottle. I leaped from my chair, spilling hot chocolate on the latest issue of Detective's Monthly, and grasped the printed sheet that was even now ejecting from the printer. From the casebook of Clay "Red Eye" Walnum, Private Investigator:Īt 5:00 a.m., Friday morning, July 29, I sat in my dingy office, laying waste to a breakfast of cold pepperoni pizza and hot chocolate, when my computer's message light flashed.
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