Yes,” said Marcus. “I started an intelligence business. People can buy intelligence for me for a modest fee. As to what was in the vat, I fear….” his voice trailed off into nothingness.
“Yes?” said Baruch. “This is just getting mysterious. Don’t start now.”
“I just hope I’m not jumping to conclusions,” Marcus murmured, pulling on his mustache. “I can’t be, can I?”
