Roger woke to blissful silence. He sighed happily as he burrowed his head into the pillow and then his eyes snapped open. Silence?
He immediately got up, pulling on his robe and padding barefoot down to the kitchen. "Ah, you're up, sir. I'll have your breakfast ready in a moment," the butler said.
"Where's Dorothy?" Roger asked.
"I'm not really sure," Norman answered, pulling the cast-iron frying pan from the cabinet and putting it on the stove. "She left quite early this morning."
"Did she say where she was going?" Roger asked, frowning.
"No, sir, she didn't," the butler cracked two eggs into the pan and began scrambling them.
Roger looked at the clock. It was already past one. Where could she have gone?