 What doesn't describe Jaro?
"So," said the red-head; "you have come. "I did not want to call you in, Jaro Moynahan." Jaro Moynahan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a fine duraweb handkerchief. The Mercurians worship him. Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. Don't look at me that way, Jaro. You've got to find him, Jaro. "Ah," said Jaro Moynahan; "so that's the way it is." Jaro Moynahan slipped sideways from the table. Across the table from Jaro there was the feel of movement; he could sense it. Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of Latonka. As the Mercurian started to leave, a thought struck Jaro.
 he'll do anything for money
 he's curious  he's a murderer  he'll do anything for money  he's well-known on many planets