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        say about my personality is irrelevant, doc. The fact is that I have a
        problem that won’t go away. It’s gotten me in trouble at other places.
        The best spin I can put on it is to say that, like Laurel Reath, I am a
        perfectionist.  It  keeps  my  nose  to  the  grindstone  and  makes  me  a
        good  scientist—most  of  the  time.  But  when  reality  and  my
        expectations don’t agree, I  have trouble resisting  the  urge to make
        test results conform to my theories.”
            “Oh, no, Ray!” Blanche was going to take her headache to a whole
        new level. “How could you do that to us?”
            “How? I just told you. I had to make these trials turn out right.
        The  extrapolated  yield  per  acre  was  not  looking  good  after  three
        months. So I started to reduce on paper the acreage in the formula to
        make the yield higher. But I changed it back after we adjusted the
        lights and the circadian cycle, and things started growing faster.”
            Toro shook his head. “So everything is all right?”
            “Yes. But that detective somehow noticed the changes and called
        me on it. I finally convinced her—at least I hope I did—that the final
        data  is  good,  that  circumstances  enabled  me  to  put  the  correct
        numbers back in place. But she thought she had found a motive for
        me  to  silence  Dr.  Reath.  That  really  put  me  under  the  gun.  How
        could  I  prove  that  Laurel  knew  about  my  problem,  knew  I  had
        changed the figures and then had changed them back? Because that’s
        what happened. I’m sorry, but I came out of there with the idea that
        one  of  you  had  fingered  me.  She  found  those  erasures  awfully
        quickly.”
            “She doesn’t miss much,” said Larry. “If anybody is at fault in this
        sorry episode, I think she will dig it out. As for who might seriously
        be under suspicion, it’s anybody’s guess.”
            “Wait  a  minute,”  said  Blanche.  Perhaps  her  reportorial  instincts
        had  regained  ascendance.  “The  fact  is  that  Laurel  died,  and  the
        project  is  in  jeopardy  as  a  result.  You  said  ‘conspiracy’  when  you
        came  in  here,  Ray.  That  means  more  than  one  person  could  be
        involved. Either more than one of us, or one of us and someone on
        the  outside.  That’s  why  she  was  so  keen  on  exposing  my  ties  to
        Semotech, an  obvious co-conspirator.  Who  else  here  could  benefit
        from sabotaging the trials?”
            I  glanced  from  one  team  member  to  another,  but  none  seemed
        ready to answer that very interesting question. Toro was looking at

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