If she had the right conditions, Angel would have loved to try sending a beam of light back and forth between two mirrors to see what effect it would produce. Unfortunately, the room had only the soft but unfocusable glow of gas lamps, leaving her experiment stillborn.
"Maybe an experiment like this could get me an admission certificate from a Backlund university."
She laughed at herself as she watched the image in the mirror slowly fade away. The potion smeared across it also vanished as though it had evaporated, leaving behind a smooth surface reflecting the room's ordinary phantom image.
Thinking of university reminded Angel of Lily Granger and the threatening letters she had received. Unfortunately, the detectives had been staking the place out for less than twenty-four hours, so they were unlikely to have gained anything. There was no point in Angel rushing over either.
After collecting herself, she took the three bottles of Communication Potion and the Secret Book, which she had already copied out, then hired a carriage to Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough and pulled the bell at the two-story residence at 15 Minsk Street.
Today, she had dressed like Ms. Lola, wearing a long dress that reached her ankles, a thick shawl, and a soft hat draped with fine mesh veiling, trying to grow accustomed to Backlund's fashionable and elaborate attire.
Only after stepping outside did she realize that many women on the streets were dressed the same way. Combined with the effect of the Madness Ring, it allowed her to blend into the crowd instantly, even better than a hooded cloak.
Ding ding ding—
Not long after the crisp ringing began, the door opened. Sherlock Moriarty, dressed in a gray sweater, was hit by the cold wind from outside and swallowed his words of