Barty raised an eyebrow. Bill sounded like a broken in pony. Certainly Barty being who he was had an influence on the answer, but there was so little spirit in him. The labor camps were quite operational then, he supposed. "A happy camper huh?" Barty chuckled, "No harsh feelings for our dear headmistress's interest in you?" That just made him want to laugh, the idea of it. He didn't truly suspect Bill - far too broken a spirit. And he hadn't been connected to Goldstein.