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Being one of the World's finest detectives can be a positive albatross at times. There is nothing more tiresome, I can tell you, than being called upon at an unearthly hour by a hysterical lady, claiming that here prize-winning toy poodle has been "wrenched away from her loving bosom by a game of armed ruffians".

It was after a string of such events that I, Sir Charles Foxworth, decided it was time to take a break on the cruiser Delta Princess.

While strolling one bright morning, I happened to notice that the door to cabin number four was slightly ajar. There was a crumpled heap of clothing lying in the centre of the floor. The proof of slick, ruddy liquid seeping through the floorboards left no doubt in my mind. This man was definitely dead.

It's my job to interview all the passengers and crew, and try to find the person who's committed the crime.

It's a great game. A considerable challenge, but offering hours of reasonably aimless fun.