Gwangju, Daein, Jungangno-Street
Scene 10
As a culinary spy, one has innumerable partners in every country, with whom one can work – the entire populace actually, because every person has to eat and, that too, at least once a day. What an army of experts – and one does not need to justify anything to anyone.
At another booth, where a young beauty was rubbing a marinade into cabbage leaves, Maille left behind his visiting card. For, who knows, perhaps he would return one day to the place as a food spy, as an agent of the Secret Service for Product Knowledge, a Sauce-CIA, Herb-Interpol or a Pickle-Mossad.
This brought him no nearer to e vanished professor – and moreover the secret of Solomon's Seal stayed secret. And yet, who could really tell at this moment what needed to be done, what was important, and why? As long as he did not receive more information from his bureau, it was certainly best to hope for an epiphany of kimchi.