Marcus studied him thoughtfully. “Aha,” he finally said. “Aha.”
“What is it?” Baruch asked excitedly. He loved when Marcus got all quiet like that. It meant there was another genius thought in the making, and nothing excited Baruch more than plain old genius.
“Just a theory,” Marcus said. “Just a theory.”
“Nu??????”
“Well, I don’t want to get your hopes up, but I was walking past a beet plantation just last week and I saw something suspicious.”
“Dr. PAnner!” Baruch gasped.
“Don’t interrupt.” Marcus scolded him. “I was just about to say that. Dr. Panner was in between the rows of beets, holding what seemed to be a giant vat. I stood on tiptoes to try to look inside, and he saw me and started screaming at me to mind my own business. I don’t know how he knows I started a business.”
“You started a business?” Baruch said. “What do you do? And what do you think was in the vat?”
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