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Fifteen cases, all playable, all lint clean, all verified end-to-end. This one came in at 100/100 on the first verification pass, same as The Liaison. John asked for the Clouseau crossover — Drebin dragged into an Interpol team-up chasing a jewel thief to the UK. The archetype that was the wrong shape for the 1958 era is the exact right shape for Nielsen's Drebin: two detectives on one case, one oblivious-competent, one confident-catastrophic, each convinced the other is a genius. Done as always by archetype, never import: Inspecteur Gustave Fouchard of the Surete, twenty years on one thief, introduced disguised as a chalk outline he drew around himself from inside; an accent the parser's literalism keeps faithfully transcribing and correcting for units; Hugo the driver with standing instructions to attack him at irregular intervals, who crosses the Atlantic in an overhead bin (asking to join the programme is a death); and the Heron, a gentleman thief who leaves an engraved card with nothing on it, because he is not telling you who he is, he is telling you he has a stationer. The thief is R. Fanshawe-Root — cousin of the Quartet's Professor. The family that plans versus the family that does. The scheme launders the stolen Rose through the auction house's own catalogue via a paste copy consigned before the stone ever left Antwerp; Fouchard's destruction of the plinth (a structural event, per the insurance filings) is what exposes the paste, because his catastrophes are always accidentally probative. The catch is the most Drebin thing in the campaign: no signal, no weapon, mid-bidding on the next lot — routine inspection, sir, would you mind turning out your pockets. And he does, because in twenty years and forty-one operations involving a submarine and a trained cormorant, nobody has ever simply asked. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
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"name": "Flight 209 — Los Angeles to London",
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"enter_text": "Eleven hours. The inspector has the window seat, the middle seat, and, in some administrative sense nobody can untangle, your seat.",
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"music": 1,
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"strokes": [
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 168, "color": 7, "meaning": "Floor" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 52, "color": 9, "meaning": "Wall" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 50, "w": 160, "h": 3, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 53, "w": 160, "h": 115, "color": 7, "meaning": "Floor" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 10, "y": 12, "w": 20, "h": 14, "color": 11, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 44, "y": 12, "w": 20, "h": 14, "color": 11, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 78, "y": 12, "w": 20, "h": 14, "color": 11, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 112, "y": 12, "w": 20, "h": 14, "color": 11, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 164, "w": 160, "h": 4, "color": 0, "meaning": "Wall" } }
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],
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"spawn": [20, 146],
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"exits": [null, 3, null, 1],
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"exit_flags": ["", "landed", "", ""],
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"exit_blocked": ["", "The aircraft is over Greenland. Even you cannot walk to London from here.", "", ""],
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"objects": [
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{
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"name": "planeseat",
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"sprite": "planeseat",
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"x": 60,
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"y": 118,
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"look": "Row 14. The inspector is asleep against the window in his trench coat, holding the magnifying glass the way other men hold a photograph. The in-flight film is a romantic comedy. He wept through the safety demonstration instead and then slept through the film.",
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"synonyms": "row seats cabin fourteen aircraft",
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"points": 5,
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"sets_flag": "landed",
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"use_text": "Eleven hours. Somewhere over the Atlantic you review the file and the inspector, waking briefly, reviews you. Fouchard: 'You are wondering, mon ami, why a man leaves a blank card for twenty years and zen writes an auction number on ze back.' You confirm it. Fouchard: 'Because for twenty years, nobody was chasing him who could read.' He goes back to sleep. You look at the card, and the pencil hand, and the fade ring in your memory of the velvet, and somewhere over Greenland the shape of it arrives all at once, the way weather does: the Heron is not selling the Rose at Harrogate's. The Heron is buying something. (+5)"
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},
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{
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"name": "hugo",
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"sprite": "hugo",
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"x": 118,
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"y": 132,
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"look": "A compact man in a chauffeur's uniform is wedged in the overhead bin above row 20, perfectly still, watching the inspector through the gap. This is Hugo, the inspector's driver. He is not on the passenger manifest and Fouchard has not looked up once.",
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"synonyms": "chauffeur driver valet uniform bin",
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"kills": true,
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"use_text": "You ask Hugo what he is doing in the overhead bin. Hugo explains, courteously, that he is the inspector's driver, that he holds standing instructions to attack the inspector without warning at irregular intervals in order to maintain the inspector's readiness, that he pays his own airfare, that he regards it as the finest position in France, and that the bin gives excellent coverage of rows twelve through eighteen. You ask — and afterwards you will accept that this was the error — whether the programme accepts observers. It does."
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}
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]
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}
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