“Amateur!”

Tony loathed the proposal.

“Carbon-dating isn’t a foolproof method, yet you want a machine to do the appraisal. What a joke! Regardless if you’re using carbon-14 or thermoluminescence, none of these could beat the naked eye.”

Casper smirked at Tony’s admonishment. “You are right. Scientific appraisals have loopholes, but we wouldn’t know the difference till there is a comparison.”

The two men scoffed. “Stop pretending to be an expert. Now, return the jar to us! You can’t afford to pay if you break it?”

Casper laughed. “But I can. Let’s play a game. If the jar is genuine, I will pay you double the final bidding price at the fair.”

“What? You? Look at shabby attire. Where are you going to find the money if you can’t even afford a shard from the jar?”

Doubt filled Victoria’s mind as the men mocked Casper. She was impressed with his gut feel. However, his evaluations on the two items made no sense. Her interests were at stake because the vase and jar were finale items at the auction.

Tony pounded the table with his fist. “This is preposterous! Do you think you can act impudently because you’re rich? I don’t care about your finance. You owe us an explanation for claiming the jar to be a fake.”

He set the jar down and asked, “Mr. Lane, can you lend me your high-definition magnifying glass?”

Tony took one out of his toolbox reluctantly and gave Casper.

He felt a sense of familiarity during the examination. It felt different from the genuine antiques he had at home, more like the high-quality forgeries produced by his mentor.

Could this be one of his works?

certain the enamel

to hone his skills. Over time, he knew every piece like the back of his hand. A knowledgeable and gifted assessor with acute observation, he had surpassed most of his peers. Spotting an imitation at one glance would be

to test the two men to clear his doubts. Pretending to smash

expressions confirmed

family had hired Mr. Crane, who was once a famous master forger, to mentor him. The man made seventy-two replicas that were appraised to be

public enemy number one in the world of antiques. Some loved him, while others hated him. His forgeries had caused men to lose every penny,

mentor. The man imparted everything about appraising

To produce a replica that could pass as the real thing to fool the experts, a forger had to possess an immaculate

circulation. The jar wasn’t one of his, but there were

of the National Museum while the other was

leave his trademark on his work. Mr. Crane would carve a pin-sized crane camouflaged amongst the motifs. The apprentice would have

“Bingo!”

signature hidden in a bird’s-eye.

ingenious!” He smiled at Tony, who

did

replied with another question, “Mr. Lane, I wonder if you have heard of a legend in

Mr. Crane? I heard his workmanship was unmatched. His replicas were flawless, even experts couldn’t tell the difference. Imagine the panic he

the sellers and smirked. “These men couldn’t find Mr. Crane, but

handed Tony the jar and the

his directions and saw a

the origin of

well-respected appraiser in Horington.

mentor’s practice when he left a carving of his signature on his work. And that

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