Filburt’s face turned red, and he turned to Gettelman. Gettelman shrugged. “Professor Thompson’s point is valid. It will only slow the work down, for them and for us, if . . .” Gettelman looked at his notes, “. . . if Ann and Jason aren’t informed about Xue.”
Filburt pursed his lips and drummed the fingers of his right hand on the table. Academics! “Okay, you can inform them, but they have to keep their mouths shut.”
Paul nodded. “Do you want a confidentiality agreement?”
Gettelman looked at Filburt. “How much do you want in writing?”
Filburt shook his head. “I’d rather not have a damned thing in writing. If SARS is involved, it falls under the Select Agents Act. I’ll start the paperwork to have them approved to handle Select Agents. The forms they sign for that will cover confidential
