She was more than halfway through her shift. Since Anonymous had started working, the only noteworthy activity was one of the palace butlers, accompanied by a maid, arriving to clear away his breakfast. Otherwise, it was just the Royal Engineer reading, writing, shuffling papers, flipping pages and occasionally standing up to get another book or bundle of papers. Right then, her charge was standing and leaning over his desk, rearranging his documents. By his manner, Artemis could tell he was looking for something. By the fact that he was scrabbling over the same areas again and again, she could tell he was getting frustrated at not finding it.