“Kids on steps” by Brett Helquist depicts the three Baudelaires sitting on the outside steps of Veblen Hall, as doilies flit about in the afternoon breeze and a crow flies over their heads.
At the very top of the apartment building of 667 Dark Avenue, near Jerome and Esmé Squalor’s enormous and ridiculously fancy penthouse apartment, were two pairs of elevator doors.
The first was an actual elevator, which would make the trek up the sixty-six floors of the building much easier. The second pair of doors, however, were the entrance for a dark, secret passageway.
An “Up” button would open the pair of doors, and after a very long (approx. three-hour) descent down an empty elevator shaft, one would arrive in a small and filthy room which once housed the Quagmire triplets, Duncan and Isadora, in a rusty metal cage.
Leading from the room was a long, winding hallway. The hallway ended at a trap-door in the ceiling, which would deposit someone at the Baudelaire mansion—at least what was left of it anyway.
It can be assumed that this passageway could’ve deposited an arsonist at the Baudelaire mansion.
(Note a possible photograph of the Baudelaire parents on the right.)
Of course. I was going to give them to my brother for a birthday present. They’re Very Fancy Doilies. What else could V.F.D. stand for?
Don’t tell me you’re not ghosts. I saw you rise out of the ashes myself, as if you had come from the center of the earth. People have always said it’s haunted here on the empty lot where the Baudelaire mansion burned down, and now I know it’s true.
Below are a few of the lots—a word which here means “an item for sale at an auction”—that were to be sold at Esmé’s In Auction:
Lot #14: An enormous globe
Lot #25: A rare and valuable piano
Lot #46: A small glass vase with blue flowers painted on it
Loy #47: A pair of ballet slippers made of chocolate
Lot #48: An enormous statue of a scarlet herring (fish)
Lot #49: A valuable postage stamp
Lot #50: V.F.D. (Very Fancy Doilies)
But I want to steal from you. I want to steal from you the way Beatrice stole from me.
Sunny Baudelaire, biting her way up Count Olaf and Esmé’s secret elevator shaft