When Artemis was finally done cleaning the fireplace, he used the early hours of the morning to wander the halls of the estate. As much as he wanted to go back and clean Marilyn's room, he would have to wait until she was awake and out of the room before he began to clean. He needed to check the floor, the sheets, everything. He wasn't sure how deep a clean the room needed, but he supposed that he would find out soon enough. It was not a result that he liked, but the one that he was going to take.

As the hours passed, Artemis could hear another set of footsteps that were not his own. Was it another group of kidnappers or assassins? Whoever it was, they would surely feel his wrath. His feet sped up to find the source of the footsteps, making sure to keep his own as light and quiet as possible to not let anyone know that he was there. As he neared the source, he smiled to himself. The blade that once belonged to the kidnapper was now one of his, and had been cleaned off and sharpened for maximum effectiveness.

However, he was somewhat surprised to see Margaret walking about, seemingly looking for something. he would have assumed that the woman would have awoken later in the day, but that's what he got for not being fully prepared much earlier in the morning. He put the blade away, shadowing her from a distance to see her find Marilyn's room. He did not enter the room with her, but instead, rushed out of the house once again to view the room through the window. She could not know that he was there watching him, and her eyes lay focused on her as she touched Marilyn's shoulder.

"Mastah Penrose? What might you be doin' outside so early in the mornin'? It's awfully cold to be in but that suit o'yours." A voice shook Artemis out of his focus. It was low and somewhat gravely, and could only belong to one person.

As Artemis turned around, the butler could easily identify that old, tattered robe and whatever lay on the sides and back of his head. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was fabric, and did serve the purpose of keeping his ears warm. His citrine eyes gazed lazily and curiously at Artemis' own. "You lookin' int' mistress Marilyn's room?" His brows narrowed slightly, seemingly disappointed in the butler. "You're younger than I'm, but lookin' at a girl in'er room isn't a good look on ya."