 What is not true about Dr. Melrose?
As director of psionic research at the Hoffman Medical Center, he had long since learned how administrative detail could suck up daytime hours. It bore the letterhead of the International Psionics Conference: Dear Dr. Lessing: They were trying to study phenomena which made no sense, observing things that defied logic. And the more they struggled, the thicker and more impenetrable the bramble bush became— But now David Lessing had discovered a pathway through that jungle, a theory to work by— At his elbow the intercom buzzed. Dr. Peter Melrose was tall and thin, with jet black hair and dark mocking eyes. "Dr. Melrose, I don't quite understand—" "Oh, it's just that I'm impressed," the young man said airily. "I think you'd better wait before you do that," Melrose said sharply, "because I'm planning to take you apart at the Conference next month unless I like everything I see and hear down here today. "I want to hear this fairy tale you're about to publish in the name of 'Theory'," Melrose said. "If the papers you've already published are a preview, we think it's false as Satan." "So far, we haven't found any way to set up logical controls," said Melrose.
 He wants to try to teach the children to use their abilities
 He is curious to learn what others think about the issues in the field  He wants to try to teach the children to use their abilities  He is dedicated to the pursuit of true understanding of phenomena  He has no qualms about tearing down a fellow researcher