hronic complainer. "Did Trenchant put your boys
up to plagiarism too?" ridiculed the dean. "I understood from you that
she was no longer in the radiology course."

"She's not, but the students from previous years have told this year's
students about her and they all go to her when they don't understand
something.

"She's really a menace to Randy and Ian. One day she even got a
classroom and held a review just before an exam. I got wind of it and
sent Ann Biggot to audit. Ann said that most of the radiology class
showed up. The students told Ann afterwards that they had been the
ones to ask for the review.

"Now you know how that must have hurt Ian's feelings. His reviews were
only attended by a handful of the students and no one came to Randy's."

"You should be able to handle a situation like that. Tell her to stop
it if you think it undermines your faculty."

Lyle was not a happy camper. He left, enraged. As soon as he reached
his office, he called for Ian.

"Ian, I know you've got a lecture in a few minutes so I'll be brief.
After the lecture, I want you to tell the students that they must not
consult Diana anymore because she is not involved in teaching radiology
and is much too busy to be bothered.

"Also, you lay it on the line about your job. You tell them that unless
your critiques improve, you are out. Work on their feelings. Most of
the students like you and would hate to have you lose your job on
account of them.

"After you finish that, you and Randy get in here. I want to talk to
you both about that lab material you plagiarized."

When the panel had finished its brief examination of the dean, Diana
simply said, "I have no questions." She understood the constraints he
was under and appreciated how much he had tried, in spite of them, to
help. He had given the panel some vital information. The question
was, did they hear it? Dean Broadhurst was excused and the next
witness was called.

Chapter 13

Randy Fecesi sat in the witness chair and raised his hand for the oath
with alacrity. He was going to enjoy this.

A wispy, rather nondescript person, his main aim in life apparently was
to live up to his name. He sported a crew cut which bristled, much
like his ever present bad temper, above bright beady eyes which were
forever darting around undressing every female in sight.

Although he had some talent in research, having received a sizable
grant, his conceit and arr