The coffee has been brewed and You sit down in your favorite easy chair, preparing to enjoy this tasty hot beverage with the morning paper. Hmm… what’s in the news today? More harsh words in yet another presidential debate…robbery at Georgetown University…gas up 3 cents…Springfield dog wins regional frisbee contest…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Who could be outside? You open the door and are surprised to see a beautiful but disheveled young woman standing on the stoop. There are tears in her eyes.
“Can I help you, miss?” You ask. You do not recognize this visitor.
The twenty-something lady stumbles into your apartment.
“My name is Marianne Gomez. I need your expertise. Something strange is going on with my husband. I have to find out what. Please, please help me.”
Mrs. Gomez unsteadily walks across the room and slumps down on your couch. You politely offer her some coffee, which she gratefully accepts.
“I don’t know how I can help you,” You tell the distressed woman. “I am neither a doctor nor a private eye, though I could possibly recommend someone in either case.”
“Are you not the famous codebreaker?”
“Well, I h-have had some success…,” You stammer.
Actually, You are being quite modest. It is well known that You are the greatest cryptographer in the land.
“Last summer You helped my husband recover a missing pirate treasure by solving an antique and mysterious code. He told me You solved the case when no one else could. He said You were the best.”
Last summer? You think back to your pleasant vacation in the Caribbean. “Of course, I remember now. Professor Pedro Gomez is the museum director on the island of Coluba . I didn’t know he was married.”
Marianne Gomez extends her hand and You see the wedding ring on her finger. She fills in the details. The two were married last fall after a whirlwind courtship. Both Gomez and his bride worked in the museum business. He resided on the Caribbean island of Coluba. She headed the maritime museum at Okracola Island off the coast of North Carolina. Once love blossomed, Professor Gomez quit his Caribbean museum job and moved to Okracola. Together they now run the Okracola Museum on that remote island, an area quite popular with summer tourists and vacationers. At this time of year the museum is closed, as visitors to Okracola are few in March.
“The last few months have been the happiest of my life. My husband is an expert on pirates and pirate culture. Indeed, he is the world’s foremost authority on Blackbrow, the notorious rogue who terrorized the Caribbean as well as the coastline of the Southeastern United States in the late 1700’s. Pedro has been hard at work restoring an old pirate ship that will be the highlight of our museum when it re-opens this June. We have spent the winter planning and readying the exhibit. But now, something has happened, and my beloved husband has become secretive and cold.”
Mrs. Gomez tells You that each morning her husband takes a long walk on the beach. He enjoys the peace and solitude of the seashore in winter. Occasionally she would accompany him on these sojourns across the sands. However, because she had been working so hard over much of the winter, Pedro Gomez had usually been taking these walks alone. Then, one day in late February, Professor Gomez returned from his morning stroll with a wild look in his eyes. He shut himself off from his wife all day, refusing to disclose what had upset him so.
And from that day forward Professor Gomez has been a different man. Though occasionally he shows signs of being his normal self, such pleasant moments are rare. Mostly, Gomez displays little love for his wife now, and instead hides all day and most of the night in his private study with the door locked. Every once in a while he will yell out “Aaaarrrr!” or “Shiver me timbers.” Recently he has affected a limp and purchased an ugly large parrot, which caws mightily at all hours of the day and night.
“Two days ago I could stand it no more. I took the key to his study and burst in on him. I had to see what he was doing. I was shocked to find him shaking like a madman and scribbling away on a message. When I tried to see what he was writing, he sneered and pushed me out of the room.”
For a moment Mrs. Gomez looks down at the floor, as if searching for the right words. You offer her a handkerchief and some more coffee, but Mrs. Gomez declines both. Soon she gains control of her emotions and continues.
“Perhaps You think I should simply leave my husband, and perhaps You are right. But we were so happy these past few months. So very happy…”
Her voices trails off, and You refill her coffee anyway to break the uncomfortable silence.
”I promised for better or worse so I was determined to find the reason why my husband had gone seemingly insane so suddenly. Pedro told me I was not allowed in his study. But yesterday, after Pedro ventured on his morning walk, I took the key and trespassed again into the den. His room was a slovenly mess. However, on Pedro’s desk I recognized the paper he had so mysteriously been laboring over. Alas it is written in code. Quickly I made a copy. I tried all day to crack the code. The answer just has to be there! But try as I might, nothing made sense. Then I thought of You. Pedro had spoken so highly of You. I resolved to make another copy of this cryptic note and to bring it straight away so that You can tell me what it means. I just know that You can decipher this code. Perhaps then I might finally understand why our happy marriage has crumbled.”
Again You suggest that maybe Mrs. Gomez should call on a psychiatrist or a private investigator, but she waves away these suggestions. Pedro Gomez would never agree to see a shrink, and any private eye would be quite noticeable on the island. Other than a few locals, the only other inhabitants right now on Okracola are a small group of guards and prisoners doing state work. They are repairing the road and beach so badly damaged by Hurricane Irene last fall. Any other strangers to Okracola would be guaranteed to cause talk. And if word of Professor Gomez’s eccentricities were to reach the public, the museum’s reputation might be ruined. A scandal must be avoided!
“I have decided to place all my hopes in You,” says the beautiful woman. You look into her pleading eyes and know You cannot refuse.
“Leave the code with me and I’ll do my best.”
She hands You the mysterious note and departs. You stare at the strange message and wonder, “What can all this mean?” You decide to finish your morning paper and coffee first. One need not get carried away. You certainly hope to succeed for the sake of the poor lady, but the pressure isn’t quite so strong this time. After all, this is simply a small domestic matter and not another dangerous apocalyptic crisis. Right?
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