The Sudoku Inheritance

Part I - Foreplay

I went through the whole folder again but found nothing else that helped me discover her. Damn it. 

And then I noticed an envelope tucked into a sleeve of the document folder. It was handwritten and addressed to her at the office. It had obviously been opened but then re-sealed. I carefully teased the flap open and withdrew the single hand-written page and unfolded it, noting the way it had been enveloped so I could replace it exactly. I scanned the page but it gave no information as to how I might contact her now. 

There were no clues at all about Jasmine. 

But the whole page was absolutely jammed-packed with clues of an entirely different nature. 

Chapter 3.  

The Final Puzzle- the hardest ever ?!!? 

This was written challengingly at the top of the page. 

There followed about twenty short lines which apart from the first and last were grouped as rhyming couplets, though the poet was certainly not a Wordsworth, nor even a Pam Ayres. There was no conventional punctuation and no capitalisation except for the first word of each line, rather like clues to a cryptic crossword puzzle. Perhaps that's what they were and I was missing the empty crossword grid. But then, which clues were up and which were down? 

I flicked the remote to increase the volume of the Genesis soundtrack - I find it helps me to think - and read the page slowly. Each line made less sense than the previous. It was like stumbling into Lewis Carrol's Jabberwocky or some other nonsense from Edward Lear. 

To start with how many gods were there truly

The gifted kings of east have all gone 

Enid made them famous now she's done

Rent a house on old kent road 

Date of juno gold sword

Olive trees by heaven's gate 

Love letters written in hate

Purple halogen with outershell spinners  

Skumi's debut tallied no winners

Ford garages behind spooks' safe place 

Lying cyclops stares at infinite space

Pretty hard lead actors in secret resistance 

Benign tumour signals walking assistants

Ate a white virgin at venus' door overseeing her charges 

Palace balls in three dimensions seen from the largest

Before dinner sciacchetri from the heritage lands 

Aye aye aye captain stripes commands

Foresee which charley should transform inferior isola di sotto 

Fix keys on st pierre's coat - it's armed aux naturale - en avant motto

And at the end a pin-up in a red cell 

There followed a short poem: 

Poetry never was my season 

No sense, no rhyme, no reason 

Time for me - gone all too soon 

For you it's about a bike on the moon

And the statement: