Who Could That Be At This Hour Part 7

"Do you know who it is?"

I shook my head.

"Well, someone's been lurking around," Moxie said. "Handkerchief Heights is supposed to be locked up tight, but it looks like somebody's been living here. Somebody's been using the coffeepot. Somebody's been drinking out of the cups. And somebody lit a fire with the wood that was piled up outside." living here. Somebody's been using the coffeepot. Somebody's been drinking out of the cups. And somebody lit a fire with the wood that was piled up outside."

"And somebody's been eating your porridge," I muttered, looking quickly around the room.

"What?"

"Nothing. Was someone using an old-fas.h.i.+oned record player? Or a pair of binoculars? Or a suitcase full of clothing?"

"We never had anything like that here," Moxie said. "Why are you asking? What's going on? Who was here?"

"I don't know," I said, and it was true. I had talked to Ellington Feint, but I did not know what I knew about her. And you promised, Snicket, I told myself. You promised to help her. I stalked out of the cottage and found the ladder she'd used to get to the top of the tree, leaning against the side of Handkerchief Heights. I thought of the ladder I had hidden in the bathroom of the Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery Shop. If you hadn't put that ladder there, you wouldn't be here now, Snicket. You wouldn't be in this mess, or this mystery, or this messy mystery, or this mysterious mess. You'd be deep in a hole in the city with a measuring tape your friend gave you, doing something else you'd promised to do instead. I got mad and I kicked the ladder, and then I realized I was still holding the bag of coffee and threw it to the ground. It burst open. I picked up the torn paper of the bag so I wouldn't be littering, but there was nothing I could do about all the coffee in the gra.s.s. Maybe earthworms would want it. Theodora was probably drinking coffee right this minute, I thought to myself, waiting in the Far East Suite for me to bring her the statue I'd promised would be there in the morning. No wonder I was still on probation. I stared at the ripped, stenciled cat in my hands, and then out at the enormous, eerie of the ladder I had hidden in the bathroom of the Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery Shop. If you hadn't put that ladder there, you wouldn't be here now, Snicket. You wouldn't be in this mess, or this mystery, or this messy mystery, or this mysterious mess. You'd be deep in a hole in the city with a measuring tape your friend gave you, doing something else you'd promised to do instead. I got mad and I kicked the ladder, and then I realized I was still holding the bag of coffee and threw it to the ground. It burst open. I picked up the torn paper of the bag so I wouldn't be littering, but there was nothing I could do about all the coffee in the gra.s.s. Maybe earthworms would want it. Theodora was probably drinking coffee right this minute, I thought to myself, waiting in the Far East Suite for me to bring her the statue I'd promised would be there in the morning. No wonder I was still on probation. I stared at the ripped, stenciled cat in my hands, and then out at the enormous, eerie view of the Cl.u.s.terous Forest. I imagined it had been a pretty view of the sea back when the sea had been here. The water would have been very choppy, with small patches of foamy white darting this way and that. Like handkerchiefs, I thought, and the newspapers on the hawser, flapping in the breeze, would have looked like handkerchiefs, too. Washerwoman, she'd said. Laundry. Ellington Feint was a liar. I glared out at the rustling seaweed for quite some time. view of the Cl.u.s.terous Forest. I imagined it had been a pretty view of the sea back when the sea had been here. The water would have been very choppy, with small patches of foamy white darting this way and that. Like handkerchiefs, I thought, and the newspapers on the hawser, flapping in the breeze, would have looked like handkerchiefs, too. Washerwoman, she'd said. Laundry. Ellington Feint was a liar. I glared out at the rustling seaweed for quite some time.

Sometimes you have the time, the effort, and even the chutzpah to give someone a good scolding, but there's n.o.body around who deserves it.

Moxie came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. "So?" she asked.

"So?"

"What's going on, Snicket? Who do you think was living in the cottage? How do you think they broke in? When do you think they got there?" I didn't reply, but when I turned to face Moxie Mallahan, she didn't look interested in the answers to these questions. She wasn't even looking at me. Instead, her eyes were focused everywhere else, as if she were scanning for the answers at the lighthouse, or back in the cottage, or down a ways in the Sallis mansion, or off the edge of the cliff where I had first arrived in Stain'd-by-the-Sea. Then she asked a new question, and this question had my full attention. It is a question I had been asked three times before, and each time the answer was unpleasant. The answer is always unpleasant, because it is an unpleasant question. to these questions. She wasn't even looking at me. Instead, her eyes were focused everywhere else, as if she were scanning for the answers at the lighthouse, or back in the cottage, or down a ways in the Sallis mansion, or off the edge of the cliff where I had first arrived in Stain'd-by-the-Sea. Then she asked a new question, and this question had my full attention. It is a question I had been asked three times before, and each time the answer was unpleasant. The answer is always unpleasant, because it is an unpleasant question.

"Where is that screaming coming from?" is what she asked.

CHAPTER NINE

There's an easy method for finding someone when you hear them scream. First get a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil. Then sketch out nine rows of fourteen squares each. Then throw the piece of paper away and find whoever is screaming so you can help them. It is no time to fiddle with paper. Even Moxie closed her typewriter up into its case with a brisk snap as we ran quickly through the trees. when you hear them scream. First get a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil. Then sketch out nine rows of fourteen squares each. Then throw the piece of paper away and find whoever is screaming so you can help them. It is no time to fiddle with paper. Even Moxie closed her typewriter up into its case with a brisk snap as we ran quickly through the trees.

There was no one in the trees or on the brown gra.s.s. There was no one in trouble on the side of the cliff. It was as I feared. The screaming was coming from the Sallis mansion. brown gra.s.s. There was no one in trouble on the side of the cliff. It was as I feared. The screaming was coming from the Sallis mansion.

Moxie and I approached the mansion from the side, our feet crackling on birdseed dropped on the lawn. It was terrible to hear someone scream and be unable to help them. It went against all of my training. The confusing shapes of the building, with so many different styles of mansions jammed together, made it hard to tell exactly where the screams were coming from. One moment the desperate voice seemed to be coming from the tallest tower, but the next it seemed to be coming from the garden, with its fancy fountains and gray tent rippling in the breeze. The only things I knew for sure were that the screams were female and that I hoped they were Ellington's. I did not like to think about whether I was hoping she was in trouble or hoping I could rescue her.

Moxie was frowning at the mansion. "How are we going to get inside?" she asked me. "Do you know how to pick a lock?" are we going to get inside?" she asked me. "Do you know how to pick a lock?"

"Not really," I said. "I received a grade of Incomplete. I know how to throw a rock through a window."

"Everyone knows how to throw a rock through a window," she said. "Come on. Let's go around to the front."

The screams didn't let up for a minute as we circled the building until we were standing at the driveway where Theodora and I had arrived just yesterday. "h.e.l.lo?" I called, but there were only screams in reply. They were a bit louder now, and I could see why. The enormous front door was hanging wide open, like an arm bent very hard the very wrong way. That reminded me of another thing I had never been able to learn properly.

There was something I was always very good at, however, and that was teaching myself not to be frightened while frightening things are going on. It is difficult to do this, but I had learned. It is simply a matter of putting one's fear aside, like the vegetable on the plate you don't want to touch until all of your rice and chicken are gone, and getting frightened later, when one is out of danger. Sometimes I imagine I will be frightened for the rest of my life because of all of the fear I put aside during my time in Stain'd-by-the-Sea. I led Moxie inside the house. The screaming seemed to come from everyplace, echoing in the long, empty hallway. I thought I remembered a carpet on the floor when I had first entered the Sallis mansion, but I hadn't been paying much attention. The floor was bare now. on. It is difficult to do this, but I had learned. It is simply a matter of putting one's fear aside, like the vegetable on the plate you don't want to touch until all of your rice and chicken are gone, and getting frightened later, when one is out of danger. Sometimes I imagine I will be frightened for the rest of my life because of all of the fear I put aside during my time in Stain'd-by-the-Sea. I led Moxie inside the house. The screaming seemed to come from everyplace, echoing in the long, empty hallway. I thought I remembered a carpet on the floor when I had first entered the Sallis mansion, but I hadn't been paying much attention. The floor was bare now.

"The mansion is too big," I said. "We're going to have to split up."

"You want me to find whoever's screaming by myself?" Moxie asked.

"Get scared later," I told her, and hurried down the hallway and up a wide flight of stairs. There were rings on the floor under the banister, where potted plants had once been placed. Now they were gone. Everything seemed gone. There was a single lightbulb hanging from a wire in the ceiling above the staircase. Surely the Sallis family had enough money for a chandelier. where potted plants had once been placed. Now they were gone. Everything seemed gone. There was a single lightbulb hanging from a wire in the ceiling above the staircase. Surely the Sallis family had enough money for a chandelier.

The screaming seemed louder at the top of the stairs, which led to another hallway with no carpets or furniture, simply rows of doors on either side. The first door revealed a room with nothing in it. So did the second. The third was a closet, and then a bathroom, and then three more rooms, but nowhere was there a person or even a sc.r.a.p of furniture. The furnis.h.i.+ngs in the Sallis library, I remembered, had seemed wrong for the room. The room had been arranged hastily, using whatever furniture could be found, so Theodora and I would think the house was not deserted.

The door to the last room at the end of the hallway was difficult to open, because I had to take a moment to remind myself to be frightened later, perhaps when I was a grown man. It was a waste of time. The only thing in this room was a mattress, placed flat on the ground, with several blankets and pillows in a messy pile. I kicked through them. Nothing, Snicket. But why do you still hear the screaming? It took me a moment to notice that the screams were coming from a small grate in the ceiling, probably for heating the house. It was why the screams seemed to be everywhere, because every room in the house had such a grate. The grates all connected to the heater. There was another sound, too, through the grate. At first it sounded like the rustling of the Cl.u.s.terous Forest. Most people keep their heaters in the bas.e.m.e.nt. later, perhaps when I was a grown man. It was a waste of time. The only thing in this room was a mattress, placed flat on the ground, with several blankets and pillows in a messy pile. I kicked through them. Nothing, Snicket. But why do you still hear the screaming? It took me a moment to notice that the screams were coming from a small grate in the ceiling, probably for heating the house. It was why the screams seemed to be everywhere, because every room in the house had such a grate. The grates all connected to the heater. There was another sound, too, through the grate. At first it sounded like the rustling of the Cl.u.s.terous Forest. Most people keep their heaters in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

I ran downstairs, through a living room empty of everything except an enormous, smooth window overlooking the strange view, and across a kitchen with no refrigerator, no stove, and no pots or pans hanging from a bare rack. Moxie had figured out the same thing I had, and was pus.h.i.+ng hard against a small white door. I hurried to help her. The door struggled to open, as if someone were on the other side, pus.h.i.+ng back, but Moxie and I managed. There was no one on the other side, just a large rock, about the size of a good dictionary, that someone had wedged up against the door that led to the bas.e.m.e.nt steps. We stood on the top step and looked down at something that would frighten us later.

The Sallis bas.e.m.e.nt was enormous, about the size of a huge swimming pool or even a small lake, and right then, also like a huge swimming pool or a small lake, it was a body of water. The room was about half full of brown, churning water, slapping against the walls of the bas.e.m.e.nt and slowly climbing the steps toward us as the water continued to rise. For a moment it appeared that the head of Mrs. Murphy Sallis was floating in the middle of the bas.e.m.e.nt, blindfolded and screaming. But then I realized she must have been tied to something, with the water rising above her and just inches away from reaching her mouth. She was about to drown. Moxie put her typewriter next to the door and started to walk down the stairs. water rising above her and just inches away from reaching her mouth. She was about to drown. Moxie put her typewriter next to the door and started to walk down the stairs.

"No," I said loudly over the rus.h.i.+ng of the water, and grabbed her shoulder.

"We have to help her," Moxie said, her brow furrowing under her hat.

"Not like that," I said, trying to think quickly. On the far wall of the bas.e.m.e.nt, I could see the top edge of a window, otherwise covered in water. I leaned down to pick up one end of the large stone. "Help me," I said. "Everyone knows how to throw a rock through a window."

We picked up the rock and heaved it at the window. It is more fun to throw rocks when you don't have to care about where they will land, but the window was large enough and the rock was large enough that it wasn't too hard to hit one with the other. The window broke with a muted shatter, and water immediately began to rush out of the bas.e.m.e.nt, as if we'd pulled the plug. Mrs. Sallis kept screaming, even when the water was low enough that we could walk down the stairs and untie her. The knots were difficult, but Moxie was good with them-better than I was, if I want to write the truth. out of the bas.e.m.e.nt, as if we'd pulled the plug. Mrs. Sallis kept screaming, even when the water was low enough that we could walk down the stairs and untie her. The knots were difficult, but Moxie was good with them-better than I was, if I want to write the truth.

I left Moxie to her rope work and walked over to the source of the water, which was still gus.h.i.+ng from a far corner. It was gus.h.i.+ng from a large vat, wide enough for a grown-up to fit into, not that anybody would want to. It was fas.h.i.+oned out of gray bricks, with a large rusty lever alongside it. The lever moved easily, and the water stopped immediately. An underground spring, I realized, must have run under the Sallis mansion. It was a bas.e.m.e.nt well, worked by a simple but clever pump. Well, well, well, I thought. No wonder the science reporters did research here.

Mrs. Sallis was tied to a chair, one of the chairs I had seen in the library, with large, puffy cus.h.i.+ons that were now ruined. But Mrs. Sallis wasn't ruined. As soon as Moxie got her hands free, she reached up and tore off the blindfold, which I thought would calm Mrs. Sallis down. Instead she went ape, an expression I've always liked, although there was no ape who was ever as loud as she was. wasn't ruined. As soon as Moxie got her hands free, she reached up and tore off the blindfold, which I thought would calm Mrs. Sallis down. Instead she went ape, an expression I've always liked, although there was no ape who was ever as loud as she was.

"Where is he?" she cried.

"Who?" Moxie said.

"There's n.o.body here," I said, but this was the wrong thing to say. Her eyes widened further, and she looked so frightened that when she had looked frightened before, it no longer counted as looking frightened.

"Get out of here!" she screamed. "Leave this house at once!" "Leave this house at once!"

"I was hoping for 'Thank you for rescuing me' instead, Mrs. Sallis," I said.

Moxie gave me a curious look. "That's not Mrs. Sallis," she said.

There was still plenty of water in the bas.e.m.e.nt, and I felt it soaking me from the knees on down. If someone wanted to torture me until I told them a critical piece of information, all they would have to do is get my socks wet. It feels terrible. The water was too dirty for me to tell if the old woman was wearing socks as she limped up from her chair and drew herself up to her full height and looked at us imperiously. "Imperiously" is a word you may not know, but you've seen it on the faces of people who believe themselves to be much, much better than you are. down. If someone wanted to torture me until I told them a critical piece of information, all they would have to do is get my socks wet. It feels terrible. The water was too dirty for me to tell if the old woman was wearing socks as she limped up from her chair and drew herself up to her full height and looked at us imperiously. "Imperiously" is a word you may not know, but you've seen it on the faces of people who believe themselves to be much, much better than you are.

"I am Mrs. Murphy Sallis," she said, "and I command you to get out of my home."

"You're not Mrs. Murphy Sallis," Moxie insisted, and then turned to me. "In fact, there is no Mrs. Murphy Sallis. I've known Mrs. Sallis my entire life, and her first name is Dot."

"This is Dame Sally Murphy," I said, "Stain'd-by-the-Sea's most famous actress. She's a local legend."

The old woman's expression changed, like water was also rus.h.i.+ng out of her face. She sat back down in the chair with a squishy thud and nodded sullenly at us. "It's always nice to meet a fan of the theater," she said. water was also rus.h.i.+ng out of her face. She sat back down in the chair with a squishy thud and nodded sullenly at us. "It's always nice to meet a fan of the theater," she said.

"I thought she looked familiar," Moxie said. "The Stain'd Lighthouse put her picture on the front page a dozen times. But how did you know her, Snicket? What is going on? Why did she say she was Mrs. Sallis? When did you know she was an impostor?" put her picture on the front page a dozen times. But how did you know her, Snicket? What is going on? Why did she say she was Mrs. Sallis? When did you know she was an impostor?"

"Let's let her answer," I said.

"I don't have to tell you!" the old woman shrieked. It was probably the sort of performance that people loved at the Stain'd Playhouse. "Leave me alone! Have respect for your elders!"

Respecting one's elders is difficult enough, but when they are soaked with water and have proved themselves to be dishonest, it is nearly impossible. I leaned down to look her in the eye. "Where is Ellington?" I said. "Where is the Bombinating Beast?"

"Leave at once!" she shrieked, but she no longer looked imperious. She looked frightened. She had not learned to save it for later, or perhaps she had, and very frightening things had happened before I'd gotten here. Perhaps they'd even happened before I arrived in town.

"Why did you tell me the statue was yours?" I asked her. "Who put you in this bas.e.m.e.nt?"

"He did," she replied. "Now get out! I have my family to think of!" did," she replied. "Now get out! I have my family to think of!"

I put a hand on her damp shoulder. "I think I can help you," I said, "but you must tell me what's going on."

"You can't help me," the old woman snarled, and shook off my hand. "He's the only one who can help me. You're just a child." the only one who can help me. You're just a child."

I was tempted to take off my wet socks, and not only because they were uncomfortable. "I'm part of an organization," I said, "that I'm sure can be of service."

Sally Murphy's eyes widened, and I could tell she was even more frightened than she had been. " she was even more frightened than she had been. "Get out!" she screamed, and like many actresses she practiced this line over and over again. "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"I meant to tell you," I said. "My deafness was cured by a treatment of root beer, so you don't have to shout at me."

"Get out!" she continued to shout, and I got out. I turned away from the old woman and stalked up the stairs, almost tripping on Moxie, who was sitting on one step, furiously pounding away at her typewriter.

"So?" she asked.

"So?"

"What organization were you talking about, exactly?" she asked me, her eyes excited and careful.

"I can't tell you," I said, moving past her.

She snapped her typewriter closed and hurried after me up the steps and through the vacant kitchen. "Why not?" she said to me.

I continued through the mansion, my footsteps echoing in the empty rooms. The Sallis mansion had been empty for a long time, so n.o.body noticed when someone had snuck in. They'd used a few sc.r.a.ps of furniture and a few dull books to make a fake library, and hired Sally Murphy to make a fake Mrs. Sallis, and then hired Theodora and myself, who wouldn't know the house was supposed to be empty or recognize Stain'd-by-the-Sea's local legend. The plan was to get us to steal the Bombinating Beast and then have us caught by the Officers Mitchum. With us in jail and Sally Murphy drowned in the bas.e.m.e.nt, the villain would have everything he wanted, including the statue. But I had mucked up the plan by dropping off the hawser. And then Ellington Feint had stolen the statue for her own mysterious reasons, and now she was in the middle of this treachery, too. It was just a small wooden object-that old thing, Moxie had called it-but it was causing danger wherever it went, the way an octopus is generally harmless but can stain everyone with ink in an instant. the way an octopus is generally harmless but can stain everyone with ink in an instant.

By now I was at the front door, and Moxie was still asking me questions. "Where are you going? Why won't you talk to me? What's going on?"

I stopped on the driveway, outside the mansion. "I don't know what's going on," I said, "but it's dangerous. We just had to rescue a woman from drowning."

"She didn't seem like she wanted to be rescued," Moxie replied. "She said only he he could help her, even though could help her, even though he he put her in the bas.e.m.e.nt to begin with. Who is put her in the bas.e.m.e.nt to begin with. Who is he he?"

"Someone who sounded like me," I said.

"What?"

"I think," I said, thinking out loud, "that his name is Hangfire."

"What?" Moxie said again, and then "Who? Why? How? Tell me the story, Snicket."

I thought about Theodora, who was probably angry at me all over again. It was afternoon, and the statue had not arrived, as I had promised it would. I had to stop making promises. "I don't know the story," I told Moxie. "This whole town is a mystery. It's something we can't see, remember?" angry at me all over again. It was afternoon, and the statue had not arrived, as I had promised it would. I had to stop making promises. "I don't know the story," I told Moxie. "This whole town is a mystery. It's something we can't see, remember?"

"I'm a journalist," Moxie said. "I can help you solve it."

"Then go back to the cottage," I said, "and look for clues. There was someone living there, a girl a little older than us. I've got to find her."

"A girl?" she repeated with a frown. "What does she have to do with this?"

"I don't know," I said, and started to walk down the driveway.

"Come home with me," Moxie said. "You can dry off, and we can compare notes."

"I've got to get into town," I said.

Moxie frowned again and put her hands on her hips. "Lemony Snicket, you can shoo me off to Handkerchief Heights. But I know more about this town than you do. You can't solve this mystery alone." off to Handkerchief Heights. But I know more about this town than you do. You can't solve this mystery alone."

"I know I can't," I admitted, but I started walking alone toward the road.

CHAPTER TEN

By the time I reached the streets of Stain'd-by-the-Sea, the town still quiet and unpeopled and my socks still wet and squishy, I had figured out what to look for. At first it seemed like there was too much to find. I had to find whoever had broken into the Sallis mansion. I had to find whoever had tried to drown Dame Sally Murphy. I had to find Ellington Feint, and her father, and whoever had captured him. And I had to find out why all this had happened. But halfway down a gray and empty block, I realized all these beads were strung together. Everyone was after the Bombinating Beast, and if I got my hands on that black, spooky statue, then everything else would try to find me instead. The deserted blocks of Stain'd-by-the-Sea seemed like an easier place to find one mysterious item than a bustling city full of them. I thought of all the mysterious items back in the city, and how difficult it would be for someone I knew to get her hands on one in particular, particularly without my help. halfway down a gray and empty block, I realized all these beads were strung together. Everyone was after the Bombinating Beast, and if I got my hands on that black, spooky statue, then everything else would try to find me instead. The deserted blocks of Stain'd-by-the-Sea seemed like an easier place to find one mysterious item than a bustling city full of them. I thought of all the mysterious items back in the city, and how difficult it would be for someone I knew to get her hands on one in particular, particularly without my help.

I wanted to see her. Communicating through made-up book t.i.tles was not enough. I could almost hear her saying to me, "Well, L, where was the last place you saw this statue?"

"On the table," I imagined saying, "in Handkerchief Heights, right before the Officers Mitchum knocked on the door."

"And what was happening while you were answering the door?" She always had a knack for knowing the right question to ask. knowing the right question to ask.

"Ellington was wrapping the statue in newspaper. Then she did the same for a bag of coffee. She gave me the coffee with Theodora's address on it and carried the other package with all the other things she was mailing."