"It's still too early to be certain."
Sifa looked at the Seer in an old-fashioned robe. "Caven, there's some here. See if you can divine anything from it."
Caven nodded. Already a Magician, he walked over and wiped a hand across the ground, smearing blood onto his fingers before pinching it. With his other hand, he pulled the silver chain from inside his cuff, allowing the crystal pendant used for divination to hang naturally.
He looked at the clockmaker. "That gentleman's full name is?"
"Abbott Ritchie," Harry replied quickly.
Caven closed his eyes and softly recited the divination statement, "The bloodstains here belong to Abbott Ritchie."
"The bloodstains here belong to Abbott Ritchie."
After repeating it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the Pendulum rotating clockwise, neither too fast nor too slow, with a moderate swing.
"It seems these really are Mr. Abbott's bloodstains."
Caven stood and walked over to the sofa. "Next, I'll try using Dream Divination to find Mr. Abbott."
Sifa had his marionette prop up the sofa. At the same time, he thought, This is the advantage of having a Seer companion. They can save a great deal of time in certain matters.
After thanking Levtor, Caven sat on the sofa, kneading the blood on his fingertips as he said softly, "Please leave me alone for a while. I need a quiet space."
Sifa nodded and headed for the door with his marionette. Harry hurriedly followed, glancing back anxiously from time to time.
"You're very worried about Mr. Abbott? It seems the two of you are quite close," Sifa said quietly.
Harry's expression stiffened briefly, then quickly softened. "Mr. Abbott may have an odd temper, but he usually took very good care of me. I hope nothing happened to him."
Sifa asked casually, "When was