Your Code Name is Jonah
Six levels below the White House lawn, in Anndex U36, you lean back in the big red leather chair in the office of J.J. Obbard, director of the Special Intelligence Group. He glares at you through steel-rimmed glasses from behind a massice oak desk and taps his black briar pipe on the rim of a crystal bowl.

"Have you ever heard the sounds of the humpback whales?" Obbard asks you. "They're like organ music - beautiful and eerie."

"Uh huh," you reply.

Obbard picks up a letter from his desk. "From Dr. Claude DuMont in Boston to the President of the United States."

Dear Mister President:
While tracking humpback whales near Bermuda last month, we recorded whalesongs of a type we have never heard before.
The whales have a secret, and the new whalesong is the key. We are analyzing it with our computers. I'll advise you of our findings as soon as possible.
Respectfully Yours,
Claude DuMont
Director, Center for Marine Studies

"If DuMunt is correct," Obbard says, "it's important for us to learn the meaning of the new whalesong before anyone else does. For one thing, it will help us find where these whales go when they disappear."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

Obbard chews on his pipe before explaining. "At a time when there should be lots of humpback whales off Greenland, where they migrate to in the summer, they seem to disappear completely. Since they can only stay underwater for thirty minutes, we have a mystery. Where do they go?"

"Do you want me to go to Boston and talk with DuMont?" you ask.

Obbard fastens his eyes upon you as he pauses to light his pipe. "I'm afraid your assignment will be more difficult than that," he says. "DuMont has be missing for thirty-six hours. We believe he has been kidnapped by KGB agents, led by someone known as 'Double-Eye'."

Obbard pushes a folder across the desk. You pick it up and read a report of how, the day before last, DuMont met with Professor Hans Klein, who agreed to help prepare the computer program that woould be used in studying the new whalesong. After the meeting, DuMont told Klein he was going straight home. He never made it.

"We've booked you on the next plane to Boston," Obbard says, as you put the report back on the desk. "A helicopter is waiting to take you to the airport. Find DuMont. Find the whalesong tape. Your mission is top priority. Your code name is Jonah."

An hour and twenty minutes later, your 727 Stratojet touches down at Logan International Airport in Boston. You know that Dr. Hans Klein is a key man in the case. Perhaps you should see him first. On the other hand, the scientists at the Center for Marine Studies surely have been following DuMont's work closely. There is a good chance they have important information about the humpback whales.

If visit Dr. Hans Klein, turn to page 4. If you visit the Center for Marine Studies, turn to page 6.