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thousand dollars a year has to be reported, and they didnтАЩt hear anything from you.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm at NSF this year, all my stocks are in a blind trust. I donтАЩt know anything about it.тАЭ

тАЬOh, thatтАЩs right, isnтАЩt it. MaybeтАжjust a second. Here it is. Maybe they knew that. IтАЩm not sure. IтАЩm
looking at their memo hereтАжah. TheyтАЩve been informed youтАЩre going to be rejoining Torrey Pines when
you get back, andтАФтАЭ

тАЬWait, what? How the hell could they hear that?тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt knowтАФтАЭ

тАЬBecause it isnтАЩt true! IтАЩve been talking to colleagues at Torrey Pines, but all that is private. What could
theypossibly have heard?тАЭ

тАЬIdonтАЩt know.тАЭ Delphina was getting tired of his indignation. No doubt her job put her at the wrong end
of a lot of indignation, but that was too bad, because this time he had good cause.

He said, тАЬCome on, Delphina. We went over all this when I helped to start Torrey Pines, and I havenтАЩt
forgotten. Faculty are allowed to spend up to twenty percent of work time on outside consulting.
Whatever I make doing that is mine, it only has to be reported. So even if I did go back to Torrey Pines,
whatтАЩs wrong with that? I wouldnтАЩt be joining their board, and I wouldnтАЩt use more than twenty percent
of my time!тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs goodтАФтАЭ

тАЬAnd most of it happens in my head anyway, so even if Idid spend more time on it, how are you going to
know? Are you going to read my mind?тАЭ

Delphina sighed. тАЬOf course we canтАЩt read your mind. In the end itтАЩs an honor system. Obviously. We
ask people whatтАЩs going on when we see things in the financial reports, to remind them what the rules
are.тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt appreciate the implications of that. Tell the oversight committee what the situation is on my
stocks, and ask them to do their research properly before they bother people.тАЭ

тАЬAll right. Sorry about that.тАЭ She did not seem perturbed.
 Frank went out for a walk around the campus. Usually this soothed him, but now he was too upset.
Who had told the oversight committee that he was planning to rejoin Torrey Pines? And why? Would
somebody at Torrey Pines have made a call? Only Derek knew for sure, and he wouldnтАЩt do it.

But others must have heard about it. Or could have deduced his intention after his visit. That had been
only a few days before, but enough time had passed for someone to make a call. Sam Houston, maybe,
wanting to stay head science advisor?

Or Marta?

Disturbed at the thought, at all these machinations, he found himself wishing he were back in D.C. That
was shocking, because when he was in D.C. he was always dying to return to San Diego, biding his time
until his return, at which point his real life would recommence. But it was undeniable; here he was in San