tionally contradicted Lyle's testimony. "No.
The student comments are summarized by the department secretaries and I
see the summaries. There is also a summary of the positive and
negative comments and a summary of the numerical evaluation."

Jane looked at Henry to see his reaction. She remembered that Lyle had
testified that all the SmurFFs were given to, and reviewed by, the dean.

Perhaps, Sam Broadhurst thought to himself, it is all I can do for her.
The panel has the information, if they choose to hear it. If there was
manipulation of the evaluation process, it wasn't a product of five
'suspicious' ones out of some two hundred that were considered valid.

Statistically, the evidence stunk and he knew it. He also knew a lot
more. Two of his children had gone through the medical school when
Diana taught in the radiology laboratory. The dean remembered the many
occasions he had seen fit to compliment Trenchant on her teaching,
saying that he was giving her this critique first-hand from one or the
other of his children.

Perhaps, thought the dean, if witchcraft was the real charge, the panel
would insist that it be proven.

Or maybe not. The administration appeared to be out for blood and he
was sure that Lyle was still licking the wounds of a few short months
ago....

He had Lyle on the carpet. He had summarily called him down to his
office to read him the riot act.

"Here are the letters I've received from three top publishers of
medical texts. Each one of them protests the plagiarism that a medical
student told them your people have committed in preparing course
material.

"I went to the radiology lab after I received the first letter and
talked to some students. Although no one wanted to admit to contacting
the publishers, they did show me the areas in their manual and notes
that had been copied directly from different texts without citation.

"They also showed me the notebooks filled with diagrams that had been
copied from a published atlas. Again, nowhere in the book was there
any mention of, or credit given, to the source. Hell, your guys didn't
even get permission to photograph the material!"

The dean continued telling Lyle that quite a sum of money would have to
change hands with the publishers to keep this thing quiet.

"It must be her," Lyle whined when he could get a word in. "She must
have put the students up to writing the publishers." The dean knew who
he meant. Lyle was a c