Each person who accepted the $100,000 and came to New York at Carew's expense were taken to the thirty-third floor of a Manhattan skyscraper - a floor that appears to be devoted to well-maintained but unused offices. The investigators were given a copy of the twenty-five page email "treatise" to read and an hour before their initial meeting with Carew.

Finally, the investigators were taken to a paneled boardroom where they meet one another – and Mr. Carew. Carew, a tall man of about fifty years old, stood wearing an expensive gray suit and holding a manila folder. As soon as the investigators entered, he cleared his throat and announced "My name is Peter Carew. I offer you a salary of two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars per annum, plus expenses, to work on my research project. The amount is guaranteed to increase at at least twice the rate of inflation – but I am sure that it will increase at a significantly higher rate as the project progresses. Payment for each year is to be made in advance and I will pay all taxation on this income. Upon retirement you will be paid fifty thousand dollars for every month that you were in my employ. Of course, were you to retire, I would take possession of any information or artifacts you had that are related to the project". He paused.

"But this isn't about money. We are dealing with something far more important. Far more interesting". Mr. Carew opens his arms wide. "My entire life has been devoted to the search for supernatural phenomena." He relaxes. "I had failed. I had found nothing. I didn't believe anymore and I was on the brink of suicide."