“And I may yet,” Rose said. “But should you agree to my accompanying you on this trip, I could decide to overlook the matter of those falsified papers.” I gaped at him. Wendell, however, didn’t appear surprised. He was drumming his fingers on his desk, looking increasingly bored with the conversation. “This isn’t really my area, but that strikes me as rather unethical, Farris.” Rose shrugged. “I can live with a lapse in ethics. I can live with a great deal if, in exchange, I find answers to the great scientific mysteries of our time.”
