Chapter 113
He thought fast—at least, a damn sight faster than his stubby little legs could carry him. His best bet would be to hide in another room, he realized. Rolling his eyes at himself, metaphorically speaking as it wasn’t very easy to do physically in tortoise form, he retraced his steps and, daringly, clambered with some difficulty onto the trolley the chambermaid had left outside the room, hiding himself amongst the clean linens.