"Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" the paperboy called, tossing me a copy of The Daily Punctilio.
As I read over it, I shook my head at the fact that Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were aboard the Queequeg, while Count Olaf was right on their tail.
"Quigley!" Kit shouted.
I was at the Hotel Denouement, having just finished sending the Queequeg a telegram.
I ran to Kit. "Um Kit, can you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Sure," she said. "I need you to drive to Briny Beach. The Baudelaires are there, and I need you to bring them here."
Kit looked at me. "Briny Beach? That's quite a drive," she said.
"Please," I begged. "It's very important. I desperately need their help."
Kit smiled. "Well, for you, Quigley, and if it's that important, I guess I could."
"Thanks," I said. "Your keys are here." I handed them to her, and she put on a long black coat zippered up to her chin and put on cotton white gloves.
She took the elevator down to the Hotel Denouement garage and started to drive away in her taxi.