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"We should call the authorities!" said someone else.
"We should call the manager!"
"We should call the concierge!"
"We should call my mother!"
"We should look for clues!"
"We should look for weapons!"
"We should look for my mother!"
"We should look for suspicious people!"
"Suspicious people?" repeated another voice. "But this is supposed to be a nice hotel!"
"Nice hotels are crawling with suspicious people," someone else remarked. "I saw a washerwoman with a suspicious wig!"
"I saw a conciearge carrying a suspicious item!"
"I saw a taxi carrying a suspicious item!"
"I saw a cook preparing suspicious food!"
"I saw an attendant holding a suspicious spatula!"
"I saw a man with a suspicious cloud of smoke!"
"I saw a baby with a suspicious lock!"
"I saw a manager wearing a suspicious uniform!"
"I saw a woman wearing suspicious lettuce!"
"I saw my mother!"
"I see something right now!" cried a voice. "There are three suspicious people standing at the edge of the pond!"
"They're the people that were talking to the reporter!" cried somebody else. "They're refusng to show their faces!"
"They must be murderers!" cried yet another person. "Nobody else would act as suspiciously as that!"
"We'd better hurry downstairs," said one more guest, "before they escape!"
"Mob psychology," Sunny said, remembering a term Klaus had told her shortly before she took her first steps.
"Sunny's right," said Klaus, wiping his eyes. "This crowd is getting angrier and angrier. In a moment, they'll all believe we're murderers."
Pages 241-242-243, Chapter Ten, The Penultimate Peril, Lemony Snicket
A suspicious spatula that made the sound, -fwuk-.
