No, I didn't. [Or did he? Arthur frowned, getting up to move away from Alice as much as the flood would allow him. He had his back to her for a moment, shoving his hand in his pocket to finger his totem subtly. Well, she was clever. He had to admire it. He turned to look at her.]

Was it the Baudelaire? [That poem was the most public hint he could think of that was even on the network.]