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It may be what I can do for you," he said. "I understand you're waiting for the results of your funding application."
"How do you know that?" said Dr. Payne.
"I used to be a civil servant. As a matter of fact, I was concerned with directing scientific policy. I still have a number of ?" he said.
"Well, you see, they haven't officially made the decision yet. It doesn't look promising, and I'm being frank with you; they see no prospect of funding work of this sort in the future. However, it might be that if you had someone to argue the case for you, they would see it differently."contacts in the field, and I heard… May I sit down?""Oh, please," said Dr. Malone. She pulled out a chair, and he sat down as if he were in charge of a meeting."Thank you. I heard through a friend—I'd better not mention his name; the Official Secrets Act covers all sorts of silly things—I heard that your application was being considered, and what I heard about it intrigued me so much that I must confess I asked to see some of your work. I know I except that I still act as a sort of unofficial adviser, so I used that as an excuse. And really, what I saw was quite fascinating.""Does that mean you think we'll be successful?" said Dr. Malone, leaning forward, eager to believe him."Unfortunately, no. I must be blunt. They're not minded to renew your grant."Dr. Malone's shoulders slumped. Dr. Payne was watching the old man with cautious curiosity."Why have you come here now, then