Tales of Castle Carfax by darkling
The Crossword Machine 25 September, 2013 - 08:26
Igor!
Yeth, marthter?
Must you do that?
Thorry, marthter, induthtrial ackthident.
I did tell you not to drink the green one. Anyway, how did the brain do with this morning's crossword?
Here'th the report from the gnometh in the thellar levelth of the carthle, marthter.
Ah, smooth running, I see. Good. It spotted 21 as an old friend, good, so the crossword-association linkage is doing well. I don't like that delay on 9D, though. Have you properly tightened the limbic straps, Igor?
Yeth, thir. Tightened them latht night.
And... oh dear, oh dear, this will never do. 16D... what happened on 16D? Do you have the debugging report for that?
Thorry, thir, I picked the thpiderth off it thith morning, but I didn't have time to write the debugging report, what with cooking breakfatht ath well.
Dammit, Igor! Now we'll never know why the brain seized up again. Why is there always one clue left at the end? I need to distract myself from this problem... bring me the ourang-outang, the Wimshurst machine, a 5/16ths spanner, and a glass of chartreuse. I shall work in the small hall: have the ferret cages cleared out of there within the hour!
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13535
Crossword Number:
13535
Igor!
Yeth, marthter?
Must you do that?
Thorry, marthter, induthtrial ackthident.
I did tell you not to drink the green one. Anyway, how did the brain do with this morning's crossword?
Here'th the report from the gnometh in the thellar levelth of the carthle, marthter.
Ah, smooth running, I see. Good. It spotted 21 as an old friend, good, so the crossword-association linkage is doing well. I don't like that delay on 9D, though. Have you properly tightened the limbic straps, Igor?
Yeth, thir. Tightened them latht night.
And... oh dear, oh dear, this will never do. 16D... what happened on 16D? Do you have the debugging report for that?
Thorry, thir, I picked the thpiderth off it thith morning, but I didn't have time to write the debugging report, what with cooking breakfatht ath well.
Dammit, Igor! Now we'll never know why the brain seized up again. Why is there always one clue left at the end? I need to distract myself from this problem... bring me the ourang-outang, the Wimshurst machine, a 5/16ths spanner, and a glass of chartreuse. I shall work in the small hall: have the ferret cages cleared out of there within the hour!
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13535
Crossword Number:
13535
Morning Has Broken 28 September, 2013 - 00:00
[Castle Carfax. Morning. The castle juts proud (and slightly lop-sided) from the mists of the mountain, slowly burning off in the hazy sunlight. Below in the valley, the village is quiet in the remaining fog, save for the occasional goat-bell. From a tall central tower, comes a deep and unearthly moaning.]
Mrrrgh.
Rithe and thine!
Mrrrrrrgh!
Marthter?
MMMMRRRRRAAAAGH!
Your breakfatht, marthter.
Mmr...aaah! Wh... What, Igor?
Thir?
Never mind. Which fool came up with the idea of mornings?
I thall look in the library, thir.
No, never mind. We can make them suffer later. Excellent, Igor... breakfast in bed. Prompt as always. Maybe a little too prompt, for a Saturday morning, hmm?
It'th eleven o'clock, thir.
Yes, well, never mind... Igor, this crumpet... could you comment upon it?
It'th a yeatht-bathed bread product, thir?
No, Igor. The preparation of it.
It'th... made by Frau Müller in the village, marthter.
Yes, I know that. But what's happened to it after that?
It'th been toathted, thir?
Yes, it's toasted. It's been toasted on this side, Igor. On the other side, it's been charred. Little more than charcoal. Really, Igor, this isn't good enough.
I'm thorry, marthter. I had to thtep out for a thecond, to feed the thing in dungeon fourteen. It wath hungry again.
Oh dear, hungry again? So soon? How are we for supplies?
Running low, thir. Thall I advertithe for more?
Yes, do so. The usual... process. Maybe we can make this one last a little longer. I suppose if I'm lucky, this one might even have a house worth buying. That last place was terribly inconvenient for London, even if it was near the estuary, and the neighbours were dreadful. All that coming and going, and the ruckus at Seward's madhouse. Perhaps we can find somewhere quieter this time. Devon, maybe? I hear there's a nice property at Coombe Tracy.
I thall make out the advertithement, thir. In the meantime, what thall I do about dungeon fourteen?
Oh, see if you can do something useful with the ferrets from the small hall. I think I'm done with them for now. Don't forget to remove the electrodes and the chain mail first. After breakfast, I think I shall do my rounds of the third sub-basement. Fetch me my Turkish slippers and my sou'wester, and load the 10-gauge with silver shot.
Yeth, marthter!
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13538
Crossword Number:
13538
[Castle Carfax. Morning. The castle juts proud (and slightly lop-sided) from the mists of the mountain, slowly burning off in the hazy sunlight. Below in the valley, the village is quiet in the remaining fog, save for the occasional goat-bell. From a tall central tower, comes a deep and unearthly moaning.]
Mrrrgh.
Rithe and thine!
Mrrrrrrgh!
Marthter?
MMMMRRRRRAAAAGH!
Your breakfatht, marthter.
Mmr...aaah! Wh... What, Igor?
Thir?
Never mind. Which fool came up with the idea of mornings?
I thall look in the library, thir.
No, never mind. We can make them suffer later. Excellent, Igor... breakfast in bed. Prompt as always. Maybe a little too prompt, for a Saturday morning, hmm?
It'th eleven o'clock, thir.
Yes, well, never mind... Igor, this crumpet... could you comment upon it?
It'th a yeatht-bathed bread product, thir?
No, Igor. The preparation of it.
It'th... made by Frau Müller in the village, marthter.
Yes, I know that. But what's happened to it after that?
It'th been toathted, thir?
Yes, it's toasted. It's been toasted on this side, Igor. On the other side, it's been charred. Little more than charcoal. Really, Igor, this isn't good enough.
I'm thorry, marthter. I had to thtep out for a thecond, to feed the thing in dungeon fourteen. It wath hungry again.
Oh dear, hungry again? So soon? How are we for supplies?
Running low, thir. Thall I advertithe for more?
Yes, do so. The usual... process. Maybe we can make this one last a little longer. I suppose if I'm lucky, this one might even have a house worth buying. That last place was terribly inconvenient for London, even if it was near the estuary, and the neighbours were dreadful. All that coming and going, and the ruckus at Seward's madhouse. Perhaps we can find somewhere quieter this time. Devon, maybe? I hear there's a nice property at Coombe Tracy.
I thall make out the advertithement, thir. In the meantime, what thall I do about dungeon fourteen?
Oh, see if you can do something useful with the ferrets from the small hall. I think I'm done with them for now. Don't forget to remove the electrodes and the chain mail first. After breakfast, I think I shall do my rounds of the third sub-basement. Fetch me my Turkish slippers and my sou'wester, and load the 10-gauge with silver shot.
Yeth, marthter!
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13538
Crossword Number:
13538
Distractions, distractions...3 October, 2013 - 12:15
[The Small Experiment Hall, Castle Carfax. Mysterious organic objects lurk in jars of discoloured fluid. Three-phase power sockets feed glowing machines, into which complex pieces of chemical glassware drip slowly. Approximately three ferrets cower in a cage on the central table, guessing their fate. A door on the far side of the hall slams open, and a short twisted figure shambles in at speed.]
Thir! Thir!
Oh, do be careful Igor, you nearly had that liver on the floor!
Thorry, marthter, thall I cook you thome more for dinner?
No. What is it, Igor? Why do you distract me when I'm working?
There'th a group of thtudentth outthide, marthter.
Students? Well, heat up the oil and wind the ballistas.
No, thir. Paying thtudentth.
Dammit, is it that time of year again? Well, I suppose it pays the bills. Have you completed the renovation of the dormitory tower?
Yeth, marthter. Painted over the thtainth on the wallth, and put in new lockth. I thall iththue the keyth to them firtht thing.
Igor, you fool! I had those locks put in for a purpose — these are students! Give them the freedom of the castle, and the next thing you know, they'll be at the acetone supplies and partying in the herb gardens until all hours of the morning again.
Thorry, thir. Thall I do the uthual introducthions?
Yes — Large experiment hall off-limits. Dangers of dungeon fourteen and the kitchen garden without the proper training. The ourang-outan to be signed for, and returned promptly after use. And make sure they stay out of the library unless they have the proper protective equipment.
Yeth, marthter. And the thyllabus?
The usual, same as last year. Oh, and do a quick oral test. See how well they do with the Hieroglyphica, and enrol the failures on Remedial Enochian for Tuesday afternoons. I'll update Electrickal Fluids And Reanimation for Monday mornings — practical sessions ad-hoc when there's a suitable storm.
Oh, and post my office hours from seven to quarter past every third Thursday morning.
Thall I wake you at thickth for that, marthter?
No, half past eight as usual will suffice. That will be all, Igor.
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13542
Crossword Number:
13542
[The Small Experiment Hall, Castle Carfax. Mysterious organic objects lurk in jars of discoloured fluid. Three-phase power sockets feed glowing machines, into which complex pieces of chemical glassware drip slowly. Approximately three ferrets cower in a cage on the central table, guessing their fate. A door on the far side of the hall slams open, and a short twisted figure shambles in at speed.]
Thir! Thir!
Oh, do be careful Igor, you nearly had that liver on the floor!
Thorry, marthter, thall I cook you thome more for dinner?
No. What is it, Igor? Why do you distract me when I'm working?
There'th a group of thtudentth outthide, marthter.
Students? Well, heat up the oil and wind the ballistas.
No, thir. Paying thtudentth.
Dammit, is it that time of year again? Well, I suppose it pays the bills. Have you completed the renovation of the dormitory tower?
Yeth, marthter. Painted over the thtainth on the wallth, and put in new lockth. I thall iththue the keyth to them firtht thing.
Igor, you fool! I had those locks put in for a purpose — these are students! Give them the freedom of the castle, and the next thing you know, they'll be at the acetone supplies and partying in the herb gardens until all hours of the morning again.
Thorry, thir. Thall I do the uthual introducthions?
Yes — Large experiment hall off-limits. Dangers of dungeon fourteen and the kitchen garden without the proper training. The ourang-outan to be signed for, and returned promptly after use. And make sure they stay out of the library unless they have the proper protective equipment.
Yeth, marthter. And the thyllabus?
The usual, same as last year. Oh, and do a quick oral test. See how well they do with the Hieroglyphica, and enrol the failures on Remedial Enochian for Tuesday afternoons. I'll update Electrickal Fluids And Reanimation for Monday mornings — practical sessions ad-hoc when there's a suitable storm.
Oh, and post my office hours from seven to quarter past every third Thursday morning.
Thall I wake you at thickth for that, marthter?
No, half past eight as usual will suffice. That will be all, Igor.
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13542
Crossword Number:
13542
Tied to a Post 8 October, 2013 - 09:05
[Note nailed to the sally port of Castle Carfax]
Message to couriers:
Please ring and wait for up to 10 minutes, to give Igor enough time to hack his way back out of the conservatory. If there is no reponse, DO NOT leave deliveries with the neighbours, as they will only use them to create their own unspeakable horrors. Instead, kindly leave your parcel by throwing it over the castle walls. You will find the necessary trebuchet on the next mountain to the east.
Thank you,
The Castle Carfax Postal Team.
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13546
Crossword Number:
13546
[Note nailed to the sally port of Castle Carfax]
Message to couriers:
Please ring and wait for up to 10 minutes, to give Igor enough time to hack his way back out of the conservatory. If there is no reponse, DO NOT leave deliveries with the neighbours, as they will only use them to create their own unspeakable horrors. Instead, kindly leave your parcel by throwing it over the castle walls. You will find the necessary trebuchet on the next mountain to the east.
Thank you,
The Castle Carfax Postal Team.
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13546
Crossword Number:
13546
Lecturey 10 October, 2013 - 12:55
[A lecture theatre. A selection of young faces, many still showing the after-effects of a long Freshers' week dissipation, gaze down at the lectern in a mixture of boredom and mild panic. Notes are frantically scribbled, some on paper, some on newly-purchased eyePads. The lecturer is in full flow.]
... and finally, we add the tincture of saffron blended with the trace amounts of meteoric iridium catalyst. This is most important, and should under no circumstances be omitted.
Would somebody please poke that gentleman at the back? What's your name, sir?
Mr West, I know you were up late last night — in fact, given the racket you were making, the whole castle knows you were up late last night, and what you were doing — and I have no objections to you falling asleep in lectures, but please fall asleep quietly.
Finally, having finished the titration of the vital bath, we marinade the subject in it for a few moments... and apply the galvanic potential here and here. You can clearly see the results. Igor, would you kindly tighten the strap on your side of the bench while we wait for the effects to wear off?
Now, has anyone seen this experiment done before? Nobody? Very well, who hasn't seen this done before? Also nobody. For heavens sake, this is a Fundamentals of Alchemycal Engineering lecture, not the Non-Aristotelian Logic module. You'll never make it even to minion status with an attitude like that.
Can I get some kind of response out of you lot? Who's alive? Ah, two of you. Well, I suppose I should be grateful for what little I can get... Who's dead? Nobody. That leaves a good dozen of you. Who's undead? Yes, thank you Ţepeş, you can put your hand down... Well, put Kemp's hand down then. You can return it to him later. With an apology. He has enough to deal with in the village without student pranks as well, and I don't want him showing up here with a mob of villagers waving burning brands and lawn strimmers again.
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13548
Crossword Number:
13548
[A lecture theatre. A selection of young faces, many still showing the after-effects of a long Freshers' week dissipation, gaze down at the lectern in a mixture of boredom and mild panic. Notes are frantically scribbled, some on paper, some on newly-purchased eyePads. The lecturer is in full flow.]
... and finally, we add the tincture of saffron blended with the trace amounts of meteoric iridium catalyst. This is most important, and should under no circumstances be omitted.
Would somebody please poke that gentleman at the back? What's your name, sir?
Mr West, I know you were up late last night — in fact, given the racket you were making, the whole castle knows you were up late last night, and what you were doing — and I have no objections to you falling asleep in lectures, but please fall asleep quietly.
Finally, having finished the titration of the vital bath, we marinade the subject in it for a few moments... and apply the galvanic potential here and here. You can clearly see the results. Igor, would you kindly tighten the strap on your side of the bench while we wait for the effects to wear off?
Now, has anyone seen this experiment done before? Nobody? Very well, who hasn't seen this done before? Also nobody. For heavens sake, this is a Fundamentals of Alchemycal Engineering lecture, not the Non-Aristotelian Logic module. You'll never make it even to minion status with an attitude like that.
Can I get some kind of response out of you lot? Who's alive? Ah, two of you. Well, I suppose I should be grateful for what little I can get... Who's dead? Nobody. That leaves a good dozen of you. Who's undead? Yes, thank you Ţepeş, you can put your hand down... Well, put Kemp's hand down then. You can return it to him later. With an apology. He has enough to deal with in the village without student pranks as well, and I don't want him showing up here with a mob of villagers waving burning brands and lawn strimmers again.
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/13548
Crossword Number:
13548
Black Forest Gateau 20 November, 2015 - 00:37
[The scene: Castle Carfax. The drawing room, late at night. Candles gutter fitfully in sconces on the walls. An eerie melody swirls up from the organola† in the chapel across the courtyard. The castle's dread master summons his twisted servant.]
Igor!
Yeth, marthter?
One of our experimental subjects has taken action to fend off our usual methods!
The orbital mind-control latherth, thir?
Exactly! We must resort to other means to continue the protocols. I think we should continue with more... chemical methods of mind alteration.
Not... the BFG, marthter? Ith that thafe?
Safe?! What does that matter, Igor, when there are so many things we could discover? Just think... SCIENCE is waiting to be done!
Of courthe, marthter. I'm thorry.
You are forgiven, Igor. Now, go fetch the amaretto, the chocolate liqueuer, and the purple vodka. I shall prepare the dosage
immediately!
† Like a pianola, only scarier.
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/14207
Crossword Number:
14207
[The scene: Castle Carfax. The drawing room, late at night. Candles gutter fitfully in sconces on the walls. An eerie melody swirls up from the organola† in the chapel across the courtyard. The castle's dread master summons his twisted servant.]
Igor!
Yeth, marthter?
One of our experimental subjects has taken action to fend off our usual methods!
The orbital mind-control latherth, thir?
Exactly! We must resort to other means to continue the protocols. I think we should continue with more... chemical methods of mind alteration.
Not... the BFG, marthter? Ith that thafe?
Safe?! What does that matter, Igor, when there are so many things we could discover? Just think... SCIENCE is waiting to be done!
Of courthe, marthter. I'm thorry.
You are forgiven, Igor. Now, go fetch the amaretto, the chocolate liqueuer, and the purple vodka. I shall prepare the dosage
immediately!
† Like a pianola, only scarier.
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/14207
Crossword Number:
14207
Thand, Thea and Thun 3 December, 2015 - 21:39
Note: this tale was posted in response to the story of Cuttleson and its subsequent demolition. The tale itself was then removed.
[Scene: A ramshackle castle, perched on a steep and windswept mountainside. From this chill 4D, the slopes descend precipitously to a warm and pleasant bay, surrounded by white sand beaches on an azure sea, sparkling in the morning sun. A suspiciously new and unblemished harbour area lies to one side of the Caff. Within the castle, a dishevelled figure bursts into the hazardous materials kitchen, surprising its occupant.]
Marthter! Marthter!
Igor, how many times have I told you not to distract me when I'm handling Marmite? This stuff is dangerous!
But, thir, it'th important!
All right, take this crumpet while I clean up. What is it that's so pressing?
There'th been trouble in the town, thir! Latht night. At the dockth.
Docks? We don't have docks in the town. It's halfway up a mountain. Where would docks come from? What use would they be? Pass me the biohazard bin.
They appeared latht night, marthter. Thuddenly. And then there wath all thortth of commothionth alongthide one of the thips.
Suddenly? Oh, I suppose it's them at the Caff again, playing with unseemly powers and literary might. Give me back that crumpet, Igor. I suppose we'll just have to put up with the added carousing in the usual way.
Earplugth, thir?
No, Igor, you fool, ether.
[The dread figure of the scientist looks more closely at his experimental materials.]
Igor... this crumpet has a bite taken out of it. Can you explain this outrage?
Thorry, thir. It'th patht my breakfatht time.
Well, go and get another one, stoke the hellfires below, and I'll find the toasting fork again.
[The ragged figure shambles away.]
So, experiment 18, Marmite sequence Daleth, subject one has so far shown no ill effects, but we will continue to monitor for any of the expected changes in behaviour, speech patterns, gait or hair colour.
[Later that day...]
Igor! Put down that ferret!
Thir?
The bay and the beaches from this morning... what have you done with them?
Nothing, marthter?
Are you certain, Igor? Remember the bakery incident?
Yeth, marthter, I remember. But I didn't do that to the beacheth. The thellar'th too thmall for tho much thand.
Well, they're gone again. Check the splother levels on the meter. And did you know that your hair is going blue at the ends?
Thplother levelth are thwinging hard, thir, and the recordth thay it'th been even worth thith afternoon.
That's not good. Fetch the TARDIS from last Tuesday! We must recover it and send the pieces to SpanishScot at the Caff!
Yeth, marthter!
[The ill-matched pair get into the TARDIS and depart for the recent past in a fading groan.]
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/14218
Crossword Number:
14218
Note: this tale was posted in response to the story of Cuttleson and its subsequent demolition. The tale itself was then removed.
[Scene: A ramshackle castle, perched on a steep and windswept mountainside. From this chill 4D, the slopes descend precipitously to a warm and pleasant bay, surrounded by white sand beaches on an azure sea, sparkling in the morning sun. A suspiciously new and unblemished harbour area lies to one side of the Caff. Within the castle, a dishevelled figure bursts into the hazardous materials kitchen, surprising its occupant.]
Marthter! Marthter!
Igor, how many times have I told you not to distract me when I'm handling Marmite? This stuff is dangerous!
But, thir, it'th important!
All right, take this crumpet while I clean up. What is it that's so pressing?
There'th been trouble in the town, thir! Latht night. At the dockth.
Docks? We don't have docks in the town. It's halfway up a mountain. Where would docks come from? What use would they be? Pass me the biohazard bin.
They appeared latht night, marthter. Thuddenly. And then there wath all thortth of commothionth alongthide one of the thips.
Suddenly? Oh, I suppose it's them at the Caff again, playing with unseemly powers and literary might. Give me back that crumpet, Igor. I suppose we'll just have to put up with the added carousing in the usual way.
Earplugth, thir?
No, Igor, you fool, ether.
[The dread figure of the scientist looks more closely at his experimental materials.]
Igor... this crumpet has a bite taken out of it. Can you explain this outrage?
Thorry, thir. It'th patht my breakfatht time.
Well, go and get another one, stoke the hellfires below, and I'll find the toasting fork again.
[The ragged figure shambles away.]
So, experiment 18, Marmite sequence Daleth, subject one has so far shown no ill effects, but we will continue to monitor for any of the expected changes in behaviour, speech patterns, gait or hair colour.
[Later that day...]
Igor! Put down that ferret!
Thir?
The bay and the beaches from this morning... what have you done with them?
Nothing, marthter?
Are you certain, Igor? Remember the bakery incident?
Yeth, marthter, I remember. But I didn't do that to the beacheth. The thellar'th too thmall for tho much thand.
Well, they're gone again. Check the splother levels on the meter. And did you know that your hair is going blue at the ends?
Thplother levelth are thwinging hard, thir, and the recordth thay it'th been even worth thith afternoon.
That's not good. Fetch the TARDIS from last Tuesday! We must recover it and send the pieces to SpanishScot at the Caff!
Yeth, marthter!
[The ill-matched pair get into the TARDIS and depart for the recent past in a fading groan.]
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/14218
Crossword Number:
14218
Care of Walled Animals 12 December, 2015 - 01:13
[Castle Carfax. A thick mist roils above the moat. A solitary window in the pinnacle of the highest, 21A-covered, tower glows with candlelight. Within, the castle's master summons his ramshackle henchman...]
Igor! IGOR! Ah, there you are. What kept you?
Thorry, thir. I wath converthing with the village'th patiththier.
Ah, yes. Ordering crumpets for tomorrow's breakfast, I trust. He is a masterful exponent of the art. Truly a baker's 18D. Now, tell me, how did the experimental brain do with tonight's crossword?
Thlow, marthter, but thuctheththful in the end.
Show me the results... Ah, yes, generally good. Some hesitation on 17A and 15D, but otherwise mostly smooth. One thing, though...
Thir?
Yes, 1 across... That simply wasn't true. Well, not at weekends, anyway. Still, he seemed to enjoy it most of the time, and he did forgive me eventually. And now, I wish for a time of solitude before bed. Kindly get me a glass of sherry for a nightcap, and then leave me.
Yeth, marthter. I'll fetch the cathk of 9A from the thellars...
[We leave the mismatched pair to their various and nefarious pleasures, and depart the dread mountain with a sense of relief for another night.]
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/14226
Crossword Number:
14226
[Castle Carfax. A thick mist roils above the moat. A solitary window in the pinnacle of the highest, 21A-covered, tower glows with candlelight. Within, the castle's master summons his ramshackle henchman...]
Igor! IGOR! Ah, there you are. What kept you?
Thorry, thir. I wath converthing with the village'th patiththier.
Ah, yes. Ordering crumpets for tomorrow's breakfast, I trust. He is a masterful exponent of the art. Truly a baker's 18D. Now, tell me, how did the experimental brain do with tonight's crossword?
Thlow, marthter, but thuctheththful in the end.
Show me the results... Ah, yes, generally good. Some hesitation on 17A and 15D, but otherwise mostly smooth. One thing, though...
Thir?
Yes, 1 across... That simply wasn't true. Well, not at weekends, anyway. Still, he seemed to enjoy it most of the time, and he did forgive me eventually. And now, I wish for a time of solitude before bed. Kindly get me a glass of sherry for a nightcap, and then leave me.
Yeth, marthter. I'll fetch the cathk of 9A from the thellars...
[We leave the mismatched pair to their various and nefarious pleasures, and depart the dread mountain with a sense of relief for another night.]
Crossword:
http://www.theguardian.com/crosswords/quick/14226
Crossword Number:
14226