There was a mind-numbing wait while the woman did an unnecessarily thorough job on Tip’s kidnapper’s bathroom—well, all right, maybe the bath did need a particularly good scrub this morning, but it wasn’t Tip’s fault; it wasn’t like he could have got out of it to go to the toilet—but apart from that, the plan went swimmingly. Tip was able to ride on the trolley to the next room and hop off while the chambermaid was occupied in the bathroom. He swiftly hid under the bed with the dust bunnies, hoping the zeal she’d shown in the previous room wouldn’t extend to vacuuming properly under there for a change.