More people will die! More people will die! I don't consider this as a good thing, but we need a killer to make this story more interesting. But who will end up dead by the end of this chapter?

H is for helmet, harpoon, and hook

Fernald told Quigley about the gravel sound from below, and Quigley decided to call the Baudelaires about it.

Meanwhile, Klaus and Isadora were talking on the phone.

"Geraldine Julienne?" wondered Klaus. "She might of died."

"But Justice Strauss' first name is Gwendolyn," remembered Isadora. "Who died? I'm---" but someone else called and got into their conversation.

"It's Quigley," said Quigley. "Look, Fernald said that below him, which would be Room 32, there were cries as gravel poured down below. Gravel is G!"

"Oh no!" whispered Isadora. "Quigley, that's Justice Strauss' room! She's dead!"

"We can't stop now," said Klaus. "H is next." The three of them thought quickly.

"H for Hector!" blurted Quigley, frightened. "Or Hal! We need to stop them from dying! I will watch over Hector and keep him safe, but does anyone know Hal's Room?"

There was a moment of silence, as Klaus suggested something. "Quigley, you'll watch over Hector, while Isadora and I will call random people, tell them our thoughts of the alphabet theme, and ask them if they know Hal's number." They all agreed and got to work.

But it was too late, as Hal sat on his bed and lost interest in lying down. He got up and looked at the interesting pictures on the walls, but noticed that there was a picture of an alphabet quilt being sewed by a person. The picture frame had been pulled down a bit, and revealed a secret position behind it. Hal pulleddown the picture, revealing an iron helmet hidden in a small space

"This is very odd," he said to himself, and picket up the helmet and put it upon his head. Suddenly, the sound of something going through the air was heard, as something clanged against the helmet, knocking Hal to the ground. It was a harpoon.

Luckily, Hal had his helmet on and was not killed from it. He stood up and took off his helmet, wondering how the harpoon had gotten shot. As he turned around, he saw a hook swinging towards him on string. The hook pierced through his chin and neck, as it went higher and higher by the machine it was connected to. There was a dead person hanging like a fish from the ceiling.

Everyone had been contacted about the alphabet theory of the killer, making everyone worried all over the hotel, as people were cautious and paranoid in their rooms.

Quigley picked up the phone, and this time Violet had called.

"Oh, hi Violet," said Quigley. "Did you get any results?"

"We contacted every person in this hotel about the theory, and Phil says that the guards outside are dead!" she cried.

"That can't be good!" replied Quigley shocked, keeping his eye on Hector to make sure he would be safe. "Did you get any answer from Room 35?"

Violet suddenly remembered. "No, we didn't," she said. "Why do you ask, and how did you know?"

"That's Hal's room," said Quigley quietly. "Isadora is next."

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