“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?

the enamel temple jar was a

house full of rare treasures, Casper would examine the pieces thoroughly every day to hone his skills. Over time, he knew every piece like the back

two men to clear his doubts. Pretending to smash the jar was a ruse to see

expressions confirmed his

forger, to mentor him. The man made seventy-two replicas that

of antiques. Some loved him, while others hated him. His forgeries had caused men to lose every

Finally, the Simpsons hired him to be Casper’s mentor. The man imparted everything about appraising antiques to his student. However, he never

forger was also the best appraiser. To produce a replica that could pass as the

mentor destroyed all his works, there weren’t many left in circulation. The jar wasn’t one of his, but there were some similarities

two apprentices. One became the director of the National Museum while the other was missing. Did he make

common practice for a master forger to leave his trademark on his work. Mr. Crane would carve a

“Bingo!”

the forger’s signature hidden in a bird’s-eye. The galloping fawn was barely

ingenious!” He smiled at Tony, who felt a chill down

what did

I wonder if you have heard of a legend in the antique world. There was a

you talking about the best master forger, Mr. Crane? I heard his workmanship was unmatched. His replicas were flawless, even experts

head at the sellers and smirked. “These men couldn’t find Mr. Crane, but their piece resembles

the jar and the magnifying

directions and saw a

his competency in the field, Tony was clueless about the origin of that mark. He turned to Casper for an

was a well-respected appraiser in Horington. Did he really miss

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

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