Sunday Morning Puzzle #88 ---Jailbreak!

(More like* Sunday Evening Puzzle*. There was an emergency at work this a.m.-- no time to post then!)


You are once again greeted by Agent Jones of the CIA. Jones always comes to you when there is some extremely difficult code to break. But, after all, you are the nation’s top cryptographer. Today Jones brings you some especially alarming news. Smithers and three co-horts have escaped from their maximum security prison. You remember Smithers well. Your code breaking sent him up the river just a little over a month ago. “I will eliminate you!” Those were the words Smithers snarled at you as the cops hauled him away. You remember the hatred in his eyes and his cold, threatening words…and a chill runs up and down your spine.

“We don’t know how he escaped,” explains Jones. “It’s all very bizarre.”

Bizarre it is. Jones tells you that for the last month Smithers has been sitting in his cell muttering (and sometimes shrieking) threats all directed at you. Prison doctors have just about determined he is criminally insane, with little hope of recovery.

“His sick mind blames all his problems on you,” says Jones. “They even tried to get him to help out in the prison laundry, but he kept saying that the only stain he wanted to remove was you. Sigh.”

In what in retrospect was a rather foolish move, the prison authorities allowed Smithers to have contact with some other spy inmates. They thought contact with friends might bring him out of his homicidal mental state. But then word reached these same authorities that Smithers and his gang were plotting some kind of spectacular escape, so they were separated again. Yesterday evening, Smithers and three other former spies complained of sickness and were sent to the prison infirmary. They were left alone by the staff doctor for just a few minutes, with a guard posted outside the only door. When the doctor returned to the room all four inmates were gone. The prison was searched, but no trace of the men could be found. Security cameras showed the prisoners going behind a dressing room screen…and then never emerging. They seemed to simply vanish.

“The men must have disguised themselves and escaped somehow. They left their prison garb on the ground behind the screen,” Jones continues. “A sane man would try to get as far away from here as possible. Alas, Smithers is not a sane man. We are very concerned Smithers might try to make good on his threats to rub you out.”

“I am not afraid!” You declare shakily. “Are there any clues?”

“Yes. We found a note in the cell of Billy Parker, one of the escapees. It is encoded. Another mysterious message was found in one of the pockets of the discarded clothing. Our specialists have had no luck decoding these messages. I have brought them to you.”

“Thanks,” You say. “I’ll get started right away.”

“We will give you 'round-the-clock protection.” assures Jones. “Good luck.”

Can you decode the messages and help catch the criminals?

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Message #1 (found in the jail cell of Billy Parker):

KOF$ KASHZPSOKPK YNDXH TSKOA%XHBHT UUD WJ%LOHB PUONDPO, SOW A%ZK#QHT, LSJUJ KONBSZR DOOZ$%ZH UP% DO KSGUUH YOO%W U%UZH SZAN. HWOWOHOAPK JUDKP PULHZP$-WU%#BU N%#BOK. YS YNDXH DBOBDZUYIHT UPY% NDXH PNOSK WUJ%BD SYZ PNHY YYFBOSK%OZ SOZ WSYBQDB$. %ZY KYDP#BYTD$ HXUHZSZI WDRH DZ SJJUUZHKK K% PNDOP LH ADZ HKADFH PU%IHPNHB DOZT FJ%P PYNH TUHKPB#APS%Z %UW %#B QYYHTTJHK%QH ASD OOOA%UTH EUBOOHDRHYB.

Message #2 (found in the prison clothes):

OOLNHZ LYH KNBYSZR PNHYBH AODYZ EH Z%U YPDJRSZI. I#DBTOK LSJUJ UZ%P EH J%Y%RSZI W%YB PSZ$ FOH%FJH PNHUYBHW%BH LYH ADZ HDKSJ$O HKAODFH E$ NSOTSUZI EHNOYSZT ODOO ANDOSB JHUI. %UB EUHZHDOUPN ODO THOUKR #ZPSJ PNUH A%DYKP SYK AJHYDB. BHZUTOHGOX%#K DUP AJU%PNSOZI KOP%BH M#KP OT%LZ YB%YDT WB%YQ MYDOUSJ. %ZAUH LH BUOHP#BZ UP% %#UB Z%BQUDJ KSOGH LOH LSYJYJ EH DEYJH PY%Y OKPHDJ U AOJ%PNHK. WBSHZTK FOB%QSOKH ODY IOHPUDLD$ ADB LDSPSZOOI.

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A possible thought: Do you think with all the emphasis Smithers put on “eliminating you” or “rubbing you out” that this code has something to do with dropping or getting rid of U’s?

Probably not (it does seem kinda silly), but who knows?

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More clues:

  • Prison surveillance tapes of the sick bay area show the four men enter to be examined by the doctor. When the doctor leaves the room, the following actions occur:

Smithers wanders around a moment, goes over to examine the skeleton hanging by the scales, and then casually walks behind the screen.

Billy Parker assumes some sort of yoga position, suddenly starts to laugh, and then goes behind the screen.

Stuart Harvey wanders over to the doctor’s desk and appears to play with a vase of flowers, and then goes behind the screen.

Clyde Caspar just stares up at the camera, makes an obscene gesture, and he too disappears behind the screen.

About a minute later the doctor returns, looks around, and next we see guards rush into the room. End of tape.

  • Doctor Reynolds (the prison doc) left the room because he received a surprise visit from his girlfriend. She only stayed a short time, but Doctor Reynolds wanted to thank her for some gift she had sent him — which is why he left his post in the infirmary for those few minutes.

  • Jones and the CIA plan to question Doctor Reynolds, the guard outside the door, and other prison authorities at the jail who supervised the detention of Smithers. Do you have any questions you’d like for the CIA to ask them?

  • Though it is probably a coincidence, a small retail store a few blocks from the jail was broken into last night. The employees arrived this morning to find a window bashed in and some money and clothing missing. Strangely enough, the window was broken out from the inside, with glass found lying outside the store on the street instead of inside. The store manager swears he checked the building thoroughly the night before, and that no one could have been hiding inside. Weird.
    +++++

The local police and the CIA have tried repeatedly to find Dr Reynolds’ girlfriend, a Miss Jane Snow, but she has vanished. Dr. Reynolds tells us that he met the lovely Miss Snow at a bar near the jail only two weeks ago, and that their relationship had grown quite serious in just a short time. He can’t believe she could be mixed up in the jailbreak.

However, the manager at her apartment complex tells us that Miss Snow’s place was vacated Tuesday morning— just prior to the first police visit. Miss Snow is now a prime suspect because of this odd disappearance AND due to a mysterious note found crumpled amongst her trash in the apartment complex’s dumpster. Here is that note:


YSYW O%#B HKADFE SUK K#AYAHKOKW#J, LOHO ULSJUJ UYEH DPY %O#B DFDOBPQHZP %YZ YU P#HKTUD. WSOOZT YD KDWH FJDAUH W%BO #KO YPOO% NSYTH W%BO DY LHOHR. DYWPHB PUYNH N%JSTDYU$, YLNHOZ OPNHO FBUHKOK#BH SK %WUW, LHY ADOZ KZHDROY YSZ DYZT B#UE %#P %U#B OHZHQU$! NDOUXH QU%BYH “KFHASDYJ” WUYJ%LHBK BHYDT$O.


What is going on?

Uh oh. Hope none of the notes revealed a sinister plot to be enacted on the Fourth… :slight_smile:

Agent Jones informs you that tomorrow, your 'round-the-clock protection will be called off.

Nothing remotely interesting related to this case occurred over the weekend. Several police and CIA agents spent their holiday watching over you… and there was a lot of grumbling. After all, you are not an agent, just a volunteer. Furthermore, some vague reports place Smithers in China, and another eyewitness is certain that she saw him in Brazil. The CIA and local police have determined you are probably safe, and that Smithers will most likely never be heard from again.

“I wish I shared their confidence,” says Jones. “We really have no reliable information on how Smithers and friends escaped. We suspect Jane Snow, who has yet to be found, but we have no proof.”

“I’ll be all right.” You declare.

You think of the self defense lessons you took years ago. Will they be enough?

“I believe Smithers is gone,” You lie. “Don’t worry about me, old friend. I’m only sorry that our psycho jailbreaker didn’t tell me how to decode his messages.”

One more night of police protection…and then you are on your own. Perhaps you’ll make a last try on that irksome code.

No, wait. Please don’t leave me.

Spy scientists have discovered a flower that, if consumed, will shrink anyone to a size of one inch. Effects last twenty-four hours. I have arranged to have this flora in the prison infirmary. On Saturday evening fake an illness so that we can escape together and plot the destruction of our meddlesome CIA code breaker.

Don’t they know to eat the notes?

When we shrink there can be no talking. Guards will not be looking for tiny people therefore we can easily escape by hiding behind a chair leg or beneath a desk until the coast is clear. Rendezvous at clothing store just down road from jail. Once we return to our normal size we will be able to steal clothes. Friends promise a getaway car waiting.

Ah, sweet Jane, pure as the driven Snow, my @$$!

If our escape is successful, we will be at your apartment on Tuesday. Find a safe place for us to hide for a week. After the holiday, when the pressure is off, we can sneak in and rub out our enemy! Have more “special” flowers ready.

Call Animal Welfare to bring in the cats!

Wow… Excellent, peri. Mind letting us in on the key?

At least now we know what question Biotop was prodding us to ask at the jail…

As the police and the CIA appear to leave this morning, five wee figures sneak up to your door. When you step out to pick up the morning paper, the miniature villains creep unseen past you…and inside.

Suddenly Jones leaps out of the closet with a screen covered wire cage and slams it over the surprised spies. Small screams of outrage soon turn to curses and then to silence. You walk over with the rolled up newspaper and make a threatening gesture, and then you and Jones laugh heartily.

“Thanks for giving me the key to your code,” You tell a tiny snarling Smithers. “I really almost had the solution a long time ago. But it was worth the wait to nab all five one-inch tall naked mini-spies at once.”

“I’ll get you someday!” squeaks the itsy-bitsy Smithers.

Jones puts a brick on top of the screen cage. You pour him a cup of coffee and both of you toast another case complete.

Leaper, it was your post that provided the key for me. Eliminating all the letters from the word Y-O-U, followed by simple substitution.

OMG… I was actually right about that?!? Cool!!! :smiley:

Ahh, I see… And all the incidences of “Y-O-U” in the actual message are replaced by $-%-#.

Very clever! Glad to be of assistance for once! :slight_smile: