"As you know well, this job was perfectly done. Dorian went to Madame Jocasta's. I followed him in the form of a Sparrowhawk and saw everything. He tried to speak to the witch, but she was not lucid and mistook Greengrass for her son. I saw her, desperate, trying to embrace him, moaning with happiness in her croaky voice, thanking the heavens that he had returned... Dorian snapped her neck. He levitated the body to the upstairs bedroom, but a few drops of blood fell from the nose and stained the floor. That's why my father believed he had found proof of the witch's death.