As Duncan threw the dust out the window, he noticed it landed on the sill in a neat pile. Suddenly, an idea struck his head. Why not drop letters to the Baudelaires like before? Isadora could write poems, so it would be safe if the letter accidentally got into the wrong hands. Maybe Hector could even pilot the air mobile low enough that they could pick the Baudelaires off the roof of the building. He couldn't wait to tell Isadora, but he would have to wait until Hector wasn't around. The rest of the day dragged on dreadfully slow.
Finally, at eight o' clock sharp, Hector made everyone go to bed as usual. And as usual Isadora and Duncan waited until he was asleep to get up and talk. Duncan waited for Isadora to come to his bedroom. Where is Isadora? he thought, Hector's been asleep for almost an hour! Duncan waited a little longer, until about 10, then walked over to Isadora's room. He knocked on the door softly. There was no answer. "Isadora?" he whispered then walked in slowly towards her bed. She looked like she was asleep. He pulled up the covers. There was four pillows made to look like a sleeping person! Duncan looked around and saw that the window was open. "Isadora!" he called into the night sky.