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Look what almost happened. Come, Sunny. He thinks Stephano is a herpetological spy. You know as well as I do that Stephano was responsible for this. It was Stephano, or, if you prefer, it was Count Olaf. It was the bad guy. His eyes grew so shiny that it hurt Violet and Klaus to look at them. So it was with the Baudelaire orphans and the movie Zombies in the Snow.
The children sat all in a row at the multiplex, with Uncle Monty to one side, while Stephano sat in the middle and hogged the popcorn. But the children were too anxious to eat any snacks, and too busy trying to figure out what Stephano planned to do to enjoy Zombies in the Snow, which was a fine film.
When the zombies first rose out of the snowbanks surrounding the tiny Alpine fishing village, Violet tried to imagine a way in which Stephano could get aboard the Prospero without a ticket and accompany them to Peru. In the final scene of the movie, the zombies and villagers celebrated May Day together, but the three Baudelaire orphans were too nervous and afraid to enjoy themselves one bit.
On the way home, Uncle Monty tried to talk to the silent, worried children sitting in the back, but they hardly said a word in reply and eventually he fell silent. When the jeep pulled up to the snakeshaped hedges, the Baudelaire children dashed out and ran to the front door without even saying good night to their puzzled guardian. With heavy hearts they climbed the stairs to their bedrooms, but when they reached their doors they could not bear to part. Violet looked around the bedroom and remembered how excited she had been to move into it just a short while ago.
Now, the enormous window with the view of the snake-shaped hedges seemed depressing rather than inspiring, and the blank pages tacked to her wall, rather than being convenient, seemed only to remind her of how anxious she was. When Count Olaf is around, it sure puts a damper on the imagination. He said something about an accident.
Uncle Monty tore up his ticket. And most of all, of course, they wished that their parents were alive and that the Baudelaires were all safe in the home where they had been born.
And as fervently as the Baudelaire orphans wished their circumstances were different, I wish that I could somehow change the circumstances of this story for you. Even as I sit here, safe as can be and so very far from Count Olaf, I can scarcely bear to write another word. Perhaps it would be best if you shut this book right now and never read the rest of this horrifying story.
You can picture the police arriving with all their flashing lights and sirens, and dragging Stephano away to jail for the rest of his life. You can pretend, even though it is not so, that the Baudelaires are living happily with Uncle Monty to this day. Had someone peeped through the bedroom window as the morning sun rose, they would have seen the three children huddled together on the bed, their eyes wide open and dark with worry.
But nobody peeped through the window. Somebody knocked on the door, four loud knocks as if something were being nailed shut. The children blinked and looked at one another. There stood Stephano, with his clothes all rumpled and his eyes shining brighter than they ever had before. There is just room for three orphans and myself in the jeep, so get a move on. She hoped her voice sounded braver than she felt.
The hallway was strangely quiet, and blank as the eyes of a skull. Nobody answered. Aside from a few creaks on the steps, the whole house was eerily quiet, as if it had been deserted for many years. They heard nothing. Standing on tiptoe, Violet opened the enormous door of the Reptile Room and for a moment, the orphans stared into the room as if hypnotized, entranced by the odd blue light which the sunrise made as it shone through the glass ceiling and walls.
Even though the dark room felt mysterious and strange, it was a comforting mystery, and a safe strangeness. Nervously, Klaus switched on one of the reading lamps to get a better look. His face, usually so rosy, was very, very pale, and under his left eye were two small holes, right in a line, the sort of mark made by the two fangs of a snake.
Uncle Monty did not move. As he had promised, no harm had come to the Baudelaire orphans in the Reptile Room, but great harm had come to Uncle Monty. Whoever discovers this will be most upset. Stephano took no notice. How could you murder him? Look at those teeth marks. Look at his pale, pale face. Look at these staring eyes. We have a ship to catch! His face was pinched with the effort of focusing on their predicament rather than going to pieces.
Stephano dropped his suitcase, the shiny silver padlock making a clattering sound as it hit the marble floor. It is very sharp and very eager to hurt you—almost as eager as I am. Is that clear enough for you? Now, get in the damn jeep. Taking a last look at their poor Uncle Monty, the three children followed Stephano to the door of the Reptile Room to get in the damn jeep.
As the youngsters reached the jeep, Violet tried to remember if they had even thanked him for taking them to the movies, but the night was all a blur. The orphans had a brief hope that the engine would not start when Stephano turned the key in the ignition, but this was a futile hope.
Uncle Monty took good care of his jeep, and it started right up. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny looked behind them as Stephano began to drive alongside the snake-shaped hedges. It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.
And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. The Baudelaire orphans were crying not only for their Uncle Monty, but for their own parents, and this dark and curious feeling of falling that accompanies any great loss.
What was to happen to them? Stephano had heartlessly slaughtered the man who was supposed to be watching over the Baudelaires, and now they were all alone. What would Stephano do to them? He was supposed to be left behind when they went to Peru, and now he would be leaving with them on the Prospero. And what terrible things would happen in Peru? Would anybody rescue them there?
Would Stephano get his hands on the fortune? And what would happen to the three children afterward? Stephano gave a cry of surprise and turned the steering wheel this way and that, but the two vehicles were locked together and, with another thump, veered off the road into a small pile of mud. It is a rare occurrence when a car accident can be called a stroke of good fortune, but that was most certainly the case here.
Stephano gave another sharp cry, this one of rage. Klaus and Sunny got up cautiously from the jeep floor and looked out the cracked windshield. Its entire front had pleated itself together, like an accordion, and one hubcap was spinning noisily on the pavement of Lousy Lane, making blurry circles as if it were a giant coin somebody had dropped. The driver was dressed in gray and making a rough hacking sound as he opened the crumpled door of the car and struggled his way out.
He made the hacking sound again, and then reached into a pocket of his suit and pulled out a white handkerchief. It was Mr. Poe, coughing away as usual, and the children were so delighted to see him that they found themselves smiling despite their horrible circumstances.
Stephano reached out an arm and grabbed her sore shoulder, turning his head slowly so that each child saw his shiny eyes.
The three of you will be back in this car with me and heading toward Hazy Harbor in time to catch the Prospero, I promise you. Klaus opened his door and followed her, carrying Sunny. Poe asked. Is that you? You ran into me. He stomped over to where Mr. Poe was standing, but halfway there the children saw his face change from one of pure rage to one of brummagem confusion and sadness.
Luckily, it looks like nobody was hurt. I wish the same could be said for my car. But who are you and what are you doing with the Baudelaire children? Poe asked sternly. Facing away from Mr. Poe, he gave the orphans a big wink before continuing.
Montgomery is dead. What has happened? The children seemed too upset to be left alone. Montgomery is really dead, the expedition is canceled. Clearly, a doctor needs to be called. Here, children, get back in the jeep, and Mr. Poe will follow us. All other discussions will have to be put aside.
Poe nodded, and walked back to his car. The engine made a rough, wet noise—it sounded quite a bit like Mr. Poe frowned. Poe smiled. She had been waiting for the proper moment to make her case.
Poe asked Stephano. Poe looked Stephano up and down, and then shook his head. Count Olaf is a terrible man who tried to steal their money, and the youngsters are very frightened of him. Anyone can see that. Look at the tattoo! Poe looked at Stephano, and shrugged apologetically. Would you mind showing me your ankle? Looking at the Baudelaire orphans with his shiny, shiny eyes, he began to raise the leg of his stained striped pants.
Violet, Klaus, Sunny, and Mr. The pant leg went up, like a curtain rising to begin a play. But there was no tattoo of an eye to be seen. It is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right.
Anyway, even if by some chance this Stephano wishes you harm, you have nothing to fear. It is quite shocking that Dr.
Poe when he had made up his mind. Violet was about to try reasoning with him one more time when a horn honked behind them. The Baudelaires and Mr. Poe got out of the way of the approaching automobile, a small gray car with a very skinny driver. The car stopped in front of the house and the skinny person got out, a tall man in a white coat. Poe called, as he and the children approached.
Lucafont said. Poe said quickly. Lucafont asked, walking toward the door. Poe said, opening the door of the house. Stephano was waiting in the entryway, holding a coffeepot. Montgomery first? Lucafont said, opening the door of the Reptile Room with an oddly stiff hand.
Stephano led Mr. Poe into the kitchen, and the Baudelaires glumly followed. As Stephano brewed coffee for the adults, the three children sat down at the kitchen table where they had first had coconut cake with Uncle Monty just a short time ago, and Violet, Klaus, and Sunny felt like fifth, sixth, and seventh wheels on a car that was going the wrong direction—toward Hazy Harbor, and the departing Prospero. When he is done with his medical examination, he will drive you into town to get a mechanic and I will stay here with the orphans.
Poe smiled as Stephano poured him a cup of coffee, and looked sternly at Klaus. Please apologize to him at once. She turned to Stephano and tried to look as if she were merely politely curious, instead of enraged. Poe said, sipping from his cup. Lucafont and me if they feel more comfortable that way. But if the orphans would rather, they could come with me in the jeep and we could follow you and Dr.
Lucafont to the mechanic. Their situation seemed like a game, although this game had desperately high stakes. The object of the game was not to end up alone with Stephano, for when they did, he would whisk them away on the Prospero. What would happen then, when they were alone in Peru with such a greedy and despicable person, they did not want to think about. It seemed incredible that their very lives hinged on a carpooling conversation, but in life it is often the tiny details that end up being the most important.
Poe can ride with Stephano? Lucafont said from the doorway, surprising everyone. I have placed Dr. Is there any coffee left for me? Lucafont said quizzically. Montgomery died of snakebite?
It must have gotten out, bitten Dr. Montgomery, and locked itself up again. A snake cannot operate a lock by itself. Lucafont said calmly, sipping his coffee. I had to rush over here without my breakfast. He looked questioningly at Dr. Lucafont, who was opening a cupboard and peering inside. He never would have kept a poisonous snake in a cage it could open itself.
Montgomery seemed like an appropriate guardian for you. He pointed at Dr. Lucafont, who had taken a can out of the cupboard. With one of his oddly solid hands, he held up a can of peaches Uncle Monty had bought only yesterday.
Poe said gently to Dr. We have much to discuss, and you are obviously too overwrought to participate. Now, Dr. You have room for three passengers, including Dr. And you, Stephano, have room for three passengers as well. Klaus and Sunny looked up at their older sister, and saw that something about her had changed. But in this respect Violet was luckier than her brother. For unlike Klaus, who was so surprised when he first recognized Stephano that the moment to act passed him by, Violet realized, as she heard the adults drone on and on, that the time to act was now.
I cannot say that Violet, years later, slept easily when she looked back on her life—there were too many miserable times for any of the Baudelaires to be peaceful sleepers—but she was always a bit proud of herself that she realized she and her siblings should in fact excuse themselves from the kitchen and move to a more helpful location.
Even though Dr. What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. Poe should be doing, but as usual, he is well intentioned but of no real help. Poe had taken over their affairs.
We have to prove him wrong on both counts. She looked around at the Reptile Room, which Monty had worked on his whole life. Let me know when you find anything. Here, you take this book. Sunny, watch the door and bite anybody who tries to get in.
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