A day after the disastrous meeting with Rowan and the Baudelaires' enemy, the children were pleased to see that Count Olaf in his disguise. When Count Olaf was disguised as Stephano, he lurked around a lot before eventually killing Monty.
The children were sat in their room, doing what they liked. Violet was working on her burglar alarm, Klaus was reading a grammar book, Sunny was biting the bedside table, and Rowan was making his model train track.
Klaus was just turning the page of his book when he heard the shattering of glass, which made him drop his book in shock.
"What was that?" asked Violet, putting down the string she was tying a knot in and jumping up from her bed.
The four children ran to the library and stared at the window. The hurricane was moving slowly but surely towards Aunt Josephine's house, and a strong wind was blowing through the broken window, making Violet's hair stream out behind her.
But they didn't notice that. They noticed the shape of the window which was the perfect shape and size of Aunt Josephine.
"No," Klaus whispered.
"Aunt Josephine." murmured Violet.
"Count Olaf." said Rowan, shaking his head sadly.
"There's a note." Klaus noticed, picking it up. "'Violet, Klaus, Sunny, and Rowan. By the time you read this note, my life will be at it's end. My heart is as cold as Ike and I find my life inbearable. I know your children may not understand the sad life of a dowa-? Why is spelt like that?" he paused.
"Keep going." encouraged Violet.
"The sad life of a dowager, or what would have lead- leadled?" Klaus paused again.
"Just keep going." said Violet, clearly irritated now.
"Fine. Or what would have leadled me to this desperate ac- what's up with the spelling errors?" Klaus stopped again.
Violet let out a small growl, her eyes still fixed on the hole in the window. "Klaus. Just keep going."
He did that. "Or what would have leadled me to this desperate act, but please know that I am much happier this way. As my last will and testament I leave you in the care of Captain Sham - oh dear - a kind and honourable men? Man. Please think of me kindly even though I'd - that should be I've - done this terrible thing.'"
"Thank you." Violet let out a sigh of exasperation. Klaus exchanged a look with Rowan.
"Look, Violet, I know you're annoyed at Klaus and upset about Aunt Josephine, but it's unusual for Aunt Josephine to make so many spelling errors." Rowan said, putting his hand on the girl's shoulder. "She said, 'grammar is the greatest joy in life.', remember? Count Olaf probably forged a note, like he did with Gustav's 'resignation'."
"Yes." Violet gave a shaky smile. "I'll call Mr. Poe."
Violet managed to reconnect the telephone and phone the banker.
"Hello." she said. "What? Oh, no. No, she's not here, and you know that. No, because you know she isn't here. Stop pretending. No."
Violet put the phone down.
"What's up?" asked Klaus.
"Dialled the wrong number." sighed Violet. "I ended up calling Captain Sham's Sailboat Rentals."
"Oh." Rowan frowned. "What did he say?"
"He asked me to tell Aunt Josephine to meet him at the market and then threatened me. I'll call Mr. Poe."
Violet sighed and dialled the correct number.
"Hello. No, it's Violet. She jumped out of a window. Yes, Aunt Josephine." she sighed bitterly at this point. "Who else would it be? No. We suspect Count Olaf. No, of pushing her the window. There was a note, but we think Olaf wrote it. There were lots of errors. She says grammar is the greatest joy in life. He forged Gustav's note, didn't he? Yes. Oh, thank you. Goodbye."
She turned to the others and let out a sharp sigh. "Mr. Poe is on his way."
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Baudelaires and a White
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