From New Scientist #1058, 30th June 1977
I thought Professor Knowall looked at me rather strangely as I came into the office one day.
“You don’t look, my dear Sergeant Bungle”, he said, “as though you have had a very good night’s sleep”.
I was amazed by his perception. In a flash he had seen not only that I was not feeling quite myself, but also why. The least I could do, I felt, was to give him more information about the sleepless night thats I had been having.
The last few nights had been rather windy. I had heard, as I lay in bed, an intermittent high-pitched squeak, and a regular dull thud.
I got out of bed, clasped with one hand the woogle that hangs outside my wardrobe and with the other the chumph that is loose on the top of my chest of drawers, and steadied with my foot the pollux, which is normally free to move around the floor on casters. The thud stopped, but the squeak continued.
I kept hold of the chumph, seized with my other hand the Venetian blind, and transferred my foot to the rocking chair. The squeak stopped and there was still no thud.
I then kept hold of the Venetian blind, seized the woogle once more and took my foot off the rocking chair. The thud started up again, but there was no squeak.
But what could I do? I know that the Professor would approve of my making these experiments, but not many can control woogles, chumphs, polluxes’, Venetian blinds and rocking chairs, all at once, and I had been unable to come to any conclusions as to what caused the noises.
The professor, with the information that I had given him, solved the problem in less time than it takes to steady a pollux with a foot.
What can you say about the causes of the two noises?
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