Mage Joan

Under the watch of Josephine and Pinkerton, Joanne felt a little cramped.

After a little pondering, he finally found a vivid example, which could be used to describe the different impressions that "two Josephines" left on him.

"Last night, the woman was compared to the real Mrs. Josephine. The difference is like aphids and bees. Observing the aphids and you can be tricked into thinking that it is a bee, but the two are compared together. , You will see subtle differences and then identify who is the counterfeit."

Pinkerton rubbed his stubble chin and turned to look at Mrs. Josephine.

Mrs. Josephine shrugged, a little helpless in her smile.

"Ted, what Joan said just now is not easy to understand. If you are interested in insects, you can understand how subtle and vivid this analogy is."

"Well, I admit that I don't have much knowledge, but Joanne, don't you expect this strange analogy to convince the jury that there are really two Mrs. Josephine in the world."

"Ted, there is only one Josephine Antoinette de Poisson in the world, which is me. However, there can be many fakes that look like me, and no superb disguise skills are needed. One Simple spells can do it."

Mrs. Josephine sighed, opened the handbag, and took out the cigarette case.

"Two gentlemen, don't mind if I smoke a cigarette here?"

"Please, please, ma'am, please continue the topic just now."

Pinkerton himself was addicted to smoking and took out a large pipe from his jacket pocket.

Mrs. Josephine flicked her fingertips in an elegant way to perform a "magic trick" to create a small flame leaping at her fingertips, helping the detective to light the tobacco first, and then igniting the slender branch in her lips Cigar.

Joan couldn't help but touched his nose.

As a non-smoker, it is really enough to suffer in such an occasion.

"Ted, you are also a spellcaster, you should know that the use of'transfiguration' or'transfiguration' can completely change a person's appearance, and the murderer can be changed into my way to lure Donald Jr. to the swamp and die. Of course, this person can also become Kauffman and deal with the Marsh Toad."

"I don't deny that there is such a possibility, but what is the other party's motivation to do so?"

"Who knows? I'm just pointing out the doubt. As for the truth, I'll trouble you and the police to investigate."

Mrs. Josephine slowly spit out a string of smoke rings, and the understatement made Pinkerton very unpleasant.

"Madam, Sergeant Gleason is probably not willing to waste energy on your doubts, and I also don't think this is a serious issue."

Joan felt the anger in Mr. Detective's words, lest he quarrel with Mrs. Josephine, and he could only take the blame.

"Mr. Pinkerton, the woman who was suspected of Mrs. Josephine last night, compared to the lady sitting opposite us at the moment, except for the difference in temperament, the jewelry she wore is not the same."

"What kind of evidence can this be!" Pinkerton sneered disapprovingly, "Joan, you never think that our noble Countess has only a set of jewellery, right?"

"Don't disturb, Ted, women's jewelry, how much do you know? Don't be there to be an expert, I think this detail found by Joan is critical!"

Josephine glanced at Mr. Detective angrily, turning his face to look at Joan, his burgundy eyes showed an amusing expression.

"Tell me what the woman's jewelry looks like."

"Madam, first of all I need to verify that if my impression is correct, since you got engaged to Mr. Kaufman, you have been wearing the engagement ring he gave you, right?"

Josephine nodded and stroked the platinum ring in his hand.

"This engagement ring is enchanted, allowing me and David to communicate with each other at any time."

Pinkerton's face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Josephine glanced at him, took off his engagement ring and put it on the table.

"Joan, you keep this ‘Inner Ring” for me, lest the detective worry that I and David will confess through telepathy.”

Pinkerton blushed old, turned his head pretendingly, yanked two pipes, and sprayed a large cloud of smoke, covering his awkward face.

Joan picked up the ring on the table that he had enchanted himself, and thought that the owner of the ring was still unaware of it.

After a little hesitation, he decided not to talk about the origin of the ring for the time being, so as to avoid extracurricular branches.

"Last night, the woman who pretended to be you was wearing two rings that were completely different from your engagement ring, and they were all magic rings."

"It sounds more and more interesting, Joan, what magic is that fake ring?"

Mrs. Josephine asked curiously.

"I can only determine one of the rings, which is attached to a "hidden fog". The woman used this spell to dive into the thick fog and throw away Mr. Donald."

"In addition, she also used the magic attached to another ring to lure Mr. Donald away from the carriage and into the trap set by the Marsh Toad. It looks like a magic spell. I can’t be sure that it’s charm. "Human", or "Hint"."

"I don't have such a ring. The woman must not be me."

Mrs. Josephine looked solemn and did not look like she was lying. But Joan also noticed that she seemed to want to say something, but eventually swallowed it back.

"Joan, when you talk about the magic ring, it reminds me of a testimony from Billy Donald."

Pinkerton was playing with the pipe, and his eyes turned on Mrs. Josephine's hands intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to find the remaining indentation in the second ring, but unfortunately failed to do so.

"Little Donald admitted that when Josephine asked him to walk with him around the wetland last night, he was reluctant and worried about danger."

"But then Josephine waved his hand on his face, and the light from the ring made him feel confused for a while, and somehow she was persuaded."

"This is indeed the effect of the spells of the confusion system."

Mrs. Josephine's face was solemn.

"Since Joanne is here, I have to admit that I know a little about this spell, but I really don’t have that kind of ring, and I always adhere to a principle that never confuses people by magic, and attracts others by my charm, then It’s really true!"

"Madam, I would like to believe that you are a principled person, but this is not a strong proof."

Kauffman sighed, and was about to continue, his face suddenly stagnate, unconscious, as if listening to something.

At the same time, Joan also made a gesture of listening.

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