When I was working on my book on corporate espionage, I heard a lot about INTERTEL and Peloquin, and tried to track him down. One retired FBI agent vetted me and passed me on to another … and another, and then finally I was told that Peloquin would meet with me.
Turns out, he had a farm in rural Pennsylvania. So I drove up there to see him. Over a few hours and some excellent cookies supplied by his wife Peggy, he told me his life story.
He communicated exclusively through notes slipped under the hotel room door, and a small group of staffers controlled his fortune by controlling the flow of those notes.
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