Sherlock Holmes,
Consulting Diplomat

by Manus Hand & Mario Huys,
Master Ænigmatists


The Chain-Links Case

I

'I say, Holmes!' said I, as my friend, rising from the dining table that we had shared, started back toward the gaming hall of the Calhamer Club rather than to the cloak closet where our topcoats were checked. 'Wherever are you going? Are we not yet returning to Baker Street?'

I rushed to catch up with the great detective, whereupon he answered me, 'I certainly did not intend to eavesdrop, Watson, but even you could not possibly have failed to overhear the discussions of the gentlemen who recently arrived to dine at the table next to ours. I simply must have a look at their game board before we depart.'

Knowing that my afternoon medical appointments had all been cleared, I was agreeable to this turn of events, for who indeed could but enjoy more time spent contemplating the great game of Diplomacy? I had to admit, however, that I did not know what had sparked Holmes's curiosity. 'What-ho, Holmes? Whatever did the gentlemen say that interests you so?'

'Honestly, Watson, your lack of awareness surprises me. The gentlemen were quite boisterous in their talk, celebrating a feat that they had accomplished on the Diplomacy board. Why, did you not overhear any of the details of their game as they discussed -- and, indeed, toasted! -- them?'

I did, I suppose, take some notice of the men to whom Holmes referred, but I had not paid any attention, as my friend had, to the substance of their conversations.

As we walked through the building, Holmes continued to discuss what he had overheard. 'They were quite self-congratulatory, Watson! 'We did it!' they cried many times, raising their glasses. 'I knew it could be done!' one of them said.'

'What was it that they did, Holmes?' I asked.

'That, Doctor, is precisely what I wished to know, and thankfully, their discussions provided an answer. Their first point of pride was that they had accomplished five eliminations in the first two game-years. Yes, Watson, five! -- it seems that only two of the players (I know not which powers they played, but we shall soon see!) have survived by the end of the Fall 1902 Movement Phase. When we reach the gaming hall, we shall find their game in its position awaiting Adjustments for 1902. No new pieces have yet been built or eliminated pieces removed.'

'Even more compelling, though, Watson, was a second accomplishment, which is likely to leave the Club a bit poorer in its stock of whisky, for all the celebrating the gentlemen are doing over it. My understanding, from what they were saying, is that these players have apparently left the pieces on their board arranged to form a chain, such that (apart, I presume, from the two pieces at either end of this chain), every piece sits in a space that is adjacent (over land or sea) to exactly two other units! This means, Watson, that there is only one pathway from one end of the chain to the other! Furthermore, the men were marveled by the number of units they had on the map in such a position! All in all, this should make for an interesting position to behold, indeed!'

I had to agree. What Holmes described did seem to be most interesting!

II

When Holmes and I reached the gaming hall, we saw a great many men (and all-too-few women) in discussions throughout the room, huddled in twos and threes and in a few cases greater numbers, scribbling their orders and fighting the clock. Ah, the great game! It did not take too much time for us to match each group of players to a particular table and Diplomacy board, and to our surprise we saw no other table set with a board, waiting for the seven diners to return from their break.

Holmes, perplexed, sought out the room-attendant, a fine and able servant to the Club (in my experience) called Fitchett. Finding him, Holmes explained the situation: 'My good man, it seems that there is a board missing; seven gentlemen have just sat for drinks and supper in the dining room, where they are discussing the incomplete game they are playing. However, Dr Watson and I see here that all of the games in the hall are manned ably. Have you an explanation for this?'

Fitchett was aghast, for immediately he knew what had happened. With an obvious fear for his livelihood, he quickly explained, 'Oh, dear, Mr Holmes! You must be referring to the game that I have only now just cleared from this very table! I was quite confident that the game must have been completed! If somehow, as you say, it has rather not been, then we are sure to have trouble! I know the men of whom you speak, and more than one of them have already lodged complaints -- many of them quite frivolous, if you ask me -- against the service staff here at the Club. If they return from dining to find that their game has been cleared prematurely, I honestly do not know what will become of me!

'You see, sirs,' Fitchett continued, 'I heard the gentlemen remark, on leaving the table, that only two of them had survived, so it seemed quite obvious to me that either a seventeen- seventeen centre draw had been agreed upon, or else (the only other possibility!) one of the two men had acquired eighteen or more centres and earned himself a victory. How could I have been mistaken?'

Holmes, shaking his head, stated slowly, 'Ah, this is quite a sad situation. Even ignoring the possibility that two players who hold seventeen centres apiece may choose to play on rather than to agree to share a draw, you have overlooked the third possible situation, and the one in which their game certainly finds itself. As I told the good doctor, the players made it known that their game has only but reached the conclusion of the Fall 1902 Movement phase. As such, it is of course quite impossible for any power to control more than sixteen centres. You have most definitely erred in clearing the game-table, I am afraid.'

I thereupon quickly summarized the achievement that the seven diners were celebrating, explaining that not only had they (as he already knew) eliminated five of their number from the game, but that they had seemingly left all of the pieces in an unbroken single-file chain on the board.

'Oh dear!' cried Fitchett again. 'What can possibly be done?'

'Why, simply restore the game board and pieces to their positions,' I helpfully offered, 'before the men return to the hall!'

'Would that it were possible, Dr Watson, but I am certain that I could not possibly remember the exact positions of all the pieces on the board. I simply swept them en masse into the box and paid their positions no attention.' Fitchett was resigned to an unhappy conclusion to this episode.

'Were there papers -- orders or notes -- of any sort on the table?' asked Holmes.

'I am sorry to say that there were not, sir,' came the sad reply.

Holmes was not dissuaded. 'All hope may not yet be lost, Fitchett', said he. 'It is possible that we may be able to suitably reconstruct the board position while the men are still absent.'

'How would you propose to do this, Holmes?' I asked, incredulous. 'Certainly what little we know of the game is not sufficient to allow any hope of success in such a task!' I asked.

'In that, Doctor, you are correct. We may be able to begin an effort to restore the men's board position, but we will certainly need some further assistance to fully succeed in doing so. Fitchett, my good man, would you be willing to provide the assistance that we will require?'

Trying to allow himself some hope, the room-attendant quickly answered. 'Certainly, Mr Holmes! Of course I would do anything at all to help! Simply let me know what you have in mind and I shall exert myself wholeheartedly, and give my best efforts to any assignment!'

Holmes addressed him: 'As Dr Watson said, we do not currently possess enough information to be sure to properly position the pieces that must be on the board to allow the gentlemen to play the next phase of their game. However, it may be that the players themselves can provide us with the extra details that are needed. What I propose, Fitchett, is that you -- perhaps with the assistance of other members of the service staff -- visit yourselves upon the gentlemen in the dining room and record any toasts that they may make and any other facts that they may give out in their discussions about the game in question. Having done so, you would then bring these pieces of information to Dr Watson and me here in the gaming hall as quickly as possible, where we shall see what can be done with them.'

After a short and meaningful pause, Holmes added, 'To hope to secure ample time for the chore that I envision lies ahead for the doctor and me, I might also strongly suggest that the Club may wish to extend the seven gentlemen a generous supply of gratuitous libations, such that their conversation, and time spent in the dining room, might be sufficiently lengthened.'

'Drinks on the house and ears at the ready!' cried Fitchett, with some excitement. Having thus accepted the task set for him, he quickly found a fellow room-attendant, and the two began to make plans for this intelligence-gathering mission.

I turned to Holmes. 'I rather doubt the success of this tactic, Holmes, but I suppose it is worth the attempt. Fitchett is a good man and I would hate to see him punished for an understandable mistake. As for us, Holmes, shall we, too, repair to the dining room for a drink until the first bit of additional information is received?'

'No indeed, Watson! You and I can be much more useful here, beginning to position pieces on the board and familiarizing ourselves with the difficulties that the players encountered and overcame,' said my friend, as he pulled a Diplomacy set from the shelves and set it on the empty table.

Laying out the map-board, he slowly and thoughtfully began to position pieces upon it, saying, 'Let us see, Watson, how well we can do with only the information that we currently possess. This should give us a starting point that we can further refine when additional details concerning the actual game reach us.'

Sherlock Holmes has assigned himself (and his physician companion) the task of constructing a position, achievable by the end of the Fall 1902 Movement Phase, that has five of the seven powers eliminated, and that has every piece on the board left in a single-file chain. Try your hand at it now before continuing the story.

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