The notion of a conspiracy involving betting on a collapse of the stock market, of a catastrophic extent that would probably require a massive terror strike to initiate, holds a kind of hypnotic fascination. It is like looking into an old, deep, water well. Light does not reach down to the bottom of the well. You see brief, slight flashes of light and hear certain gurgling sounds. The flashes of light might be your eyes adjusting to the darkness. The sounds might be your own blood rushing through your ears. Are they real, there in the deep? Only time will tell.