““You speak French and Italian?” Moe lounged back, crossing long legs. “Having been acquainted for years with that beautiful creature known as Latin, I try to savor its ornate, loquacious offspring. Yet the French accent eludes me.” Karl smiled. Somehow this big guy with an easy, sliding smile and precise diction made you like him. Presence, that’s it. “My wife can help you with that. Have dinner with us.” Moe Berg””