each half of the battering ram and listening to the sound of the crows flying in circles outside, they stared at the huge cloud of dust as if it were a thing of great beauty, because this particular huge dust cloud was made of pieces of brick and mortar and other building materials that are needed to build a wall, and the Baudelaires knew that they were seeing it because Violet's invention had worked. As the huge cloud of dust settled on the cell floor, making it even dirtier, the children gazed around them with big dusty grins on their faces, because they saw an additional beautiful sight — a big, gaping hole in the wall of the Deluxe Cell, perfect for a speedy escape.
'We did it!' Violet said, and stepped through the hole in the cell into the courtyard. She looked up at the sky just in time to see the last few crows departing for the downtown district. 'We escaped!'
Klaus, still holding Sunny on his shoulders, paused to wipe the dust off his glasses before stepping out of the cell and walking past Violet Fowl Fountain. 'We're not out of the woods yet,' he said, using a phrase which here means 'There's still plenty of trouble on the horizon.' He looked up at the sky and pointed to the distant blur of the departing crows. 'The crows are heading downtown for their afternoon roost. The townspeople should arrive any minute now.'
'But how can we get the Quagmires out any minute now?' Violet asked.
'Wock!' Sunny cried from Klaus's shoulders. She meant something like, 'The fountain looks as solid as can be,' and her siblings nodded in disappointed agreement. Fowl Fountain looked as impenetrable — a word which here means 'impossible to break into and rescue kidnapped triplets' — as it did ugly. The metal crow sat and spat water all over itself as if the idea of the Baudelaires rescuing the Quagmires made it sick to its stomach.
'Duncan and Isadora must be trapped inside the fountain,' Klaus said. 'Perhaps there's a mechanism someplace that opens up a secret entrance.'
'But we cleaned every inch of this fountain for our afternoon chores,' Violet said. 'We would have noticed a secret mechanism while we were scrubbing all those carved feathers.'
'Jidu!' Sunny said, which meant something like, 'Surely Isadora has given us a hint about how to rescue her!'
Klaus put down his baby sister, and took the four scraps of paper out of his pocket. 'It's time to rethink again,' he said, spreading out the couplets on the ground. 'We need to examine these poems as closely as we can. There must be another clue about getting into the fountain.'
'We'd better climb up and see,' Klaus said. 'Here, Sunny, get on my shoulders again, and then I'll get on Violet's shoulders. We're going to have to be very tall to reach all the way up there.'
Violet nodded, and knelt at the base of the fountain. Klaus put Sunny back on his shoulders, and then got on the shoulders of his older sister, and then carefully, carefully, Violet stood up, so all three Baudelaires were balancing on top of one another like a troupe of acrobats the children had seen once when their parents had taken them to the circus. The key difference, however, is that acrobats rehearse their routines over and over, in rooms with safety nets and plenty of cushions so that when they make a mistake they will not injure themselves, but the Baudelaire orphans had no time to rehearse, or to find cushions to lay out on V.F.D.'s streets. As a result, the Baudelaire balancing act was a wobbly one. Violet wobbled from holding up both her siblings, and Klaus wobbled from standing on his wobbling sister, and poor Sunny was wobbling so much that she was just barely able to sit up on Klaus's shoulder and peer into the beak of the gargling metal crow. Violet looked down the street, to watch for any arriving townspeople, and Klaus gazed down at the ground, where Isadora's poems were still spread out.
'What do you see, Sunny?' asked Violet, who had spotted a few very distant figures walking quickly toward the fountain.
'Shize!' Sunny called down.
'Klaus, the beak isn't big enough to get inside the fountain,' Violet said desperately.
The streets of the town appeared to be shaking up and down as she wobbled more and more.
'What can we do?'
''Inside these letters the eye will see,'' Klaus muttered to himself, as he often did when he was thinking hard about something he was reading. It took all of his concentration to read the couplets Isadora had sent them while he was teetering back and forth. 'That's a strange way to put it. Why didn't she write 'Inside these letters I hope you'll see,' or 'Inside these letters you just might see'?'
'Sabisho!' Sunny cried. From the top of her two wobbling siblings, Sunny was waving back and forth like a flower in the breeze. She tried to hang on to Fowl Fountain, but the water rushing out of the crow's beak made the metal too slippery.
Violet tried as hard as she could to steady herself, but the sight of two figures wearing crow-shaped hats coming around a nearby corner did not help her find her balance 'Klaus,' she said, 'I don't mean to rush you, but please rethink as quickly as you can. The citizens are approaching, and I'm not sure how much longer I can hang on.'
''Inside these letters the eye will see,'' Klaus muttered again, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the world wobbling around him.
'Took!' Sunny shrieked, but no one heard her over Violet's scream as her legs gave out, a phrase which here means that she toppled to the ground, skinning her knee and dropping Klaus in the process. Klaus's glasses dropped off, and he fell to the ground of the courtyard elbows first, which is a painful way to fall, and as he rolled on the ground both of his elbows received nasty scrapes. But Klaus was far more concerned about his hands, which were no longer clasping the feet of his baby sister. 'Sunny!' he called, squinting without his glasses. 'Sunny, where are you?'
'Heni!' Sunny screamed, but it was even more difficult than usual to understand what she meant. The youngest Baudelaire had managed to cling to the beak of the crow with her teeth, but as the fountain kept spitting out water, her mouth began to slip off the slick metal surface. 'Heni!' she screamed again, as one of her upper teeth started to slip. Sunny began to slide down, down, scrambling desperately to find something to hang on to, but the only other feature carved into the head was the staring eye of the crow, which was flat and provided no sort of toothhold. She slipped down farther, farther, and Sunny closed her eyes rather than watch herself fall.
'Heni!' she screamed one last time, gnashing her teeth against the eye in frustration, and as she bit the eye, it depressed. 'Depressed' is a word that often describes someone who is feeling sad and gloomy, but in this case it describes a secret button, hidden in a crow statue, that is feeling just fine, thank you. With a great creaking noise, the button depressed and the beak of Fowl Fountain opened as wide as it could, each part of the beak flipping slowly down and bringing Sunny down with it. Klaus found his glasses and put them on just in time to see his little sister drop safely into Violet's outstretched arms The three Baudelaires looked at one another with relief, and then looked at the widening beak of the crow. Through the rushing water, the three siblings could see two pairs of hands appear on the beak as two people climbed out of Fowl Fountain. Each person was wearing a thick wool sweater, so dark and heavy with water that they both looked like huge, misshapen monsters. The two dripping figures climbed carefully out of the crow and lowered themselves to the ground, and the Baudelaires ran to clasp them in their arms.
I do not have to tell you how overjoyed the children were to see Duncan and Isadora Quagmire shivering in the courtyard, and I do not have to tell you how grateful the Quagmires were to be out of the confines of Fowl Fountain. I do not have to tell you how happy and relieved the five youngsters were to be reunited after all this time, and I do not have to tell you all the joyous things the triplets said as they struggled to take off their heavy sweaters and wring them out. But there are things I do have to tell you, and one of those things is the distant figure of Detective Dupin, holding a torch and heading straight toward the Baudelaire orphans.
Chapter Twelve
