Silas waited until the indicator needle truly slowed, then added another pin to the right pan. He placed several pins in succession until—
Clink.
The needle trembled again, this time with a shorter sway. The right pan dipped slightly, then stopped—balanced.
Silas withdrew his hand.
"Balanced."
The maid beside him immediately lowered her gaze to the ledger. The tip of her pen moved swiftly, recording the numbers neatly, her expression unchanged.
"Next," Silas said briefly.
Another basket was lifted and placed on the left side.
Thud.
The same process repeated.
The left pan dropped. The needle swayed. Silas adjusted—one pin, then a half pin. He never hurried. Every movement was precise, as if memorized by heart.
Clink.
Clink.
Balanced.
The maid recorded it again.
Silas turned slightly toward Lucas.
"Young Master, if you are still concerned about any foul play, please feel free to check."
Lucas did not say much.
