+autopsics
"Oh, hello. Professor Hershel Layton. A pleasure to meet you, miss."
He tipped his hat at the girl, a small smile on his face. It was always good to meet new people, even those who quite obviously weren't London natives.
"If you don't mind, this reminds me of a puzzle I heard as a boy. Perhaps you'd like to have a crack at it? Then we can get to know each other over some tea. My assistant brewed it himself."
He cleared his throat, then said:
"Three men were on a boat in the middle of the ocean, when a huge wave hit. And yet, when the water subsided, only two men had wet hair. Why is this?"












