The Negotiating Spirit

Dominic acknowledged Enoch with a nod. "Thank you for your offer of assistance still if you'd be so kind could you move back that I might access my equipment a moment?"

Enoch drifted back along the bed. Dominic took a seat and woke his computer. Dominic performed a quick search for the name that the ghost provided, a moment later he turned back toward Enoch and asked. "Folks, people they use to call you Nucky, didn't they?"

With a cock of his head Nucky responded. "Quite impressive, Nucky or boss where my most common monikers."

"A lot of information is available to me through my technology though I must admit not much is accessible on the book." Dominic informed Enoch - Nucky.

"That is fascinating positively fascinating. You really should teach me all about it." Nucky said biting his upper lip as he nodded.

"Sure I think I can get round to it." Dominic said even as he thought he'd drag his feet giving the deceased gangster too much information.

Nucky began again. "Smashing but let's cross that bridge when we come to it, however right now can you tell me a bit about your education in language, any experience with the classics, Latin? Greek? You see the older the language the more the book seems to react."

"Only in a Hippocratic sort of manner." Dominic offered as an answer.

"Wonderful a man of medicine." Nucky beamed

"I'm glad that pleases you and you don't know how accurate man of medicine is, my specific specialty is the medicine. So where do we start?"

"Right you are down to brass tacks, would you happen to have a white stone?" Nucky asked.