“Maybe Mortimer made the bed?” Mr. Peabody suggested, rendering a look from Mrs. Dixon and his wife.
“Perhaps he is in a different room? It wouldn’t be the first time!” Mrs. Dixon began to delegate orders urgently. “He has to be here somewhere. We’ll split up. Phelinda and I will check the second floor. Neville: You, Bobby Sue, and Mr. Peabody take the third.”
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Everyone sprang into action. Mrs. Dixon went to the first room, which was empty. Then she peaked into Mrs. Ascariot’s room. The mistress was sound asleep in her bed, as she had been an hour earlier.
Upstairs the rooms were checked one by one.
“Percy, darlin’, time for breakfast, baby.” Bobby Sue knocked on the door to her son’s room.
Neville checked other doors and did not see the woman’s confused expression until he em
