in what I guessed to be her bedroom, which also looked brand-new. I could see the edge of a shiny bed and a shiny dresser stacked with tro-phies that looked as if they had been awarded yesterday. Most trophies I’d seen had figures of athletes at the top of them. These had shapes that were bright and strange. They reminded me of illustrations in a science book, explain-ing the very small things that supposedly make up the world. The only things in the photo-graph that did not look brand-new were the hat she was wearing, which was round and the color of a raspberry, and the frown on her face. She looked displeased at having her pho-tograph taken, and also like she used her dis-pleased expression quite frequently. Printed underneath the frowning girl was her name,
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MISS CLEO KNIGHT, and at the top of the poster was printed another word, in much bigger type. It was the same word I had read on the copies of the same flyer all over town.
MISSING.
The word applied to the girl, but it could have applied to anything in town. Ellington Feint had vanished. Theodora’s roadster sped down whole blocks that had been emptied of businesses and people. I realized we were heading toward the town’s tallest building, a tower shaped like an enormous pen. Once this town had been known for producing the world’s darkest ink, from frightened octopi shivering in deep wells that were once under-water. But the sea had been drained away, leaving behind an eerie, lawless expanse of sea-weed that somehow still lived even when the water had disappeared. Nowadays there were few octopi left, and eventually there would
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be nothing at all but the shimmering seaweed of the Clusterous Forest. Soon everything will go missing, Snicket, I thought to myself. Your chaperone is right. You are in a great hurry. If you do not hurry to find what has gone miss-ing, there will be nothing left.
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The pen-shaped tower had a surprisingly small door printed with letters that were far too large. The letters said INK INC., and the doorbell was in the shape of a small, dark ink stain. It was the name of the largest business in Stain’d-by-the-Sea. Theodora stuck out a gloved finger and rang the doorbell six times in a row. There was not a doorbell in the world that Theodora did not ring six times when she encountered it.
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“Why do you do that?”
My chaperone drew herself up to her full height and took off her helmet so her hair could make her even taller. “S. Theodora Markson does not need to explain anything to anybody,” she said.
“What does the S stand for?” I asked.
“Silence,” she hissed, and the door opened to reveal two identical faces and a familiar scent. The faces belonged to two worried-looking women in black clothes almost completely cov-ered in enormous white aprons, but I could not quite place the smell. It was sweet but wrong, like an evil bunch of flowers.
“Are you S. Theodora Markson?” one of the women said.
“No,” Theodora said, “I am.”
“We meant you,” said the other woman.
“Oh,” Theodora said. “In that case, yes. And this is my apprentice. You don’t need to know his name.”
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I told them anyway.
“I’m Zada and this is Zora,” said one of the women. “We’re the Knight family servants. Don’t worry about telling us apart. Miss Knight is the only one who can. You’ll find her, won’t you, Ms. Markson?”
“Please call me Theodora.”
“We’ve known Miss Knight since she was a baby. We’re the ones who took her home from the hospital when she was born. You’ll find her, won’t you, Theodora?”
“Unless you would prefer to call me Ms. Markson. It really doesn’t matter to me one way or the other.”
“But you’ll find her?”
“I promise to try my best,” Theodora replied, but Zada looked at Zora—or perhaps Zora looked at Zada—and they both frowned. Nobody wants to hear that you will try your best. It is the wrong thing to say. It is like saying “I probably won’t hit you with a shovel.” Suddenly
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everyone is afraid you will do the opposite.
“You must be worried sick” is what I said instead. “We would like to know all of the details of this case, so we can help you as quickly as possible.”
“Come in,” Zada or Zora said, and ushered us inside a room that at first seemed hope-lessly tiny and quite dark. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see that what had first appeared to be walls were large cardboard boxes stacked up in every available place, making the room seem smaller than it really was. The dark was real, though. It almost always is. The smell was stronger once the door was shut—so strong that my eyes watered.
“Excuse the mess,” said one of the aproned women. “The Knights were just packing up to move when this dreadful thing happened. Mr. and Mrs. Knight are beside themselves with worry.”
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Zada’s and Zora’s eyes were watering too, or perhaps they were crying, but they led us through the gap between the boxes and down a dark hallway to a sitting room that appeared to have been entirely packed up and then unpacked for the occasion. A tall lamp sat in its box with its cord snaking out of it to the plug. A sofa sat half out of a box shaped like a sofa, and in two more open boxes sat two chairs holding the only things in the room that weren’t ready to be carried into a truck: Mr. and Mrs. Knight. Mr. Knight’s chair was bright white and his clothes dark black, and for Mrs. Knight it was the other way. They were sitting beside each other, but they did not appear to be beside themselves with worry. They looked very tired and very confused, as if we had woken them up from a dream.
“Good evening,” said Mrs. Knight.
“It’s morning, madam,” said either Zada or Zora.
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“It does feel cold,” Mr. Knight said, as if agreeing with what someone had said, and he looked down at his own hands.
“This is S. Theodora Markson,” continued one of the aproned women, “and her apprentice. They’re here about your daughter’s disappear-ance.”
“Your daughter’s disappearance,” Mrs. Knight repeated calmly.
Her husband turned to her. “Doretta,” he said, “Miss Knight has disappeared?”
“Are you sure, Ignatius dear? I don’t
