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Chapter One: Mr. Silliwillis
Of all the terrible things the Baudelaires have gone through, the event recorded on these pages is the most terrible and unfortunate of all. And though I wish I could say that the Baudelaires' day started out with a tall glass of orange juice, toast, eggs, bacon, and a sky full of sunshine, it is not so. For on this day, the three children Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were spending the first three hours of their morning in a plane to Heltontown, where they would be living with their third cousin once removed Jerry Silliwillis.
"I do hope that Mr. Silliwillis is a kind man," Violet sighed as she gazed out the plane window with her lovely dark eyes.
"And I do hope that Count Olaf will not be able to find us there!" Klaus added glumly.
"Klickzispit!" Sunny said, which meant something along the lines of, "And I do hope there are some nice hard things there for me to chew on!" She nibbled on the edge of a milk carton with her four very sharp teeth.
"Now children," Mr. Poe began, only to be interrupted by a violent cough hacking through his throat. A good two minutes later, he refolded his handkerchief and slipped it into his pocket before continuing. "There's no need to worry. I know both Heltontown and Mr. Silliwillis personally. If Count Olaf happens to track you all the way to Heltontown—and that is a big IF—, he still would not be able to get past Mr. Silliwillis and his fencing sword."
"His fencing sword?" Klaus repeated, frowning.
"Yes, Mr. Silliwillis is a professional fencer. Has been for years," Mr. Poe said. He checked his watch. "Well, now, this is good, children. We should be arriving in Heltontown in just a few minutes."
The three Baudelaires sat in pensive, anxious silence until the pilot announced that they would be landing shortly. The plane rumbled and shook fiercely, causing poor little Sunny to almost toss her airplane cookies. They were all quite relieved when the plane trembled to a stop on the runway and they were permitted to get off.
"Where will Mr. Silliwillis be waiting for us?" Violet asked Mr. Poe.
"He'll be in a coffee shop nearby," Mr. Poe explained as they entered the Heltontown airport. He squinted his eyes up. "In fact…there he is now!"
Mr. Poe quickly led Violet, Sunny and Klaus over to a large coffee shop where people sat sipping hot steaming coffee. Mr. Poe was approaching a tall, slender man with slick black hair and a waxed little mustache. He was leaning against the wall, smoothing his hair back with his hand. His gaze flicked over to Mr. Poe and the Baudelaires.
"Ahh! Poe! And the Baudelaire children, I presume?" Mr. Silliwillis said, extending his hand to shake with Klaus. Klaus nodded politely and tried not to wince as Mr. Silliwillis crushed about every bone in his hand while shaking.
"Klaus, no? And Violet…and Sunny," Mr, Silliwillis said.
"That's right," Violet smiled.
"Well, Silliwillis, I'd love to say and chat, but—" Mr. Poe hacked into his handkerchief. "—I have a meeting in Illinois that I must attend. It's quite urgent. But I trust you will take good care of the children."
"Count Olaf will not get anywhere near them," Mr. Silliwillis said. Before the Baudelaire could blink, he whipped out a long fencing sword and nearly impaling Sunny in the head. Violet gasped and swung Sunny out of the way. Mr. Silliwillis seemed not to notice what he'd almost done.
"That was close," Klaus murmured to his sisters.
Violet agreed quite strongly. She also had a sinking feeling that this home would be no better than the rest, especially if their own guardian was posing a danger to them. If Count Olaf didn't get to them, perhaps Mr. Silliwillis would.
