The Physics Detective Part Eight — Feng is Bond, James Bond

Didn’t the guy seem a bit too smooth? Up until now he’s been portrayed a bitter person who jumped to the enemy camp looking for vengeance against his former boss. But under questioning, he’s verbose, eloquent, enamoured with his research, has nothing but praise for everyone he’s ever worked with, and hangs out with cute Asian babes during coffee breaks. That’s not a physicist, that’s a MYTH.

The lyrics of Bob Dylan’s “Who Killed Davey Moore?” started running through my head while reading this week’s installment …

Anyhow, Feng didn’t drop any bombshells … so I’ve got a nagging feeling that the bombshell details are in there but I’m missing them, and I’m stumped as to what they are …

… unless … :

Some measurements were confused as they accumulated in the spectrometer; I took them for mine but they were someone else’s. I made up a great theory assuming they were mine.

Huh? How can this happen? How can you not know what your own data looks like? Have you ever been on the job and confused your own work with somebody else’s — five minutes after you supposedly worked on it? Methinks Feng is lying … so what else is he lying about??

[footnote: I have searched the internet looking for other science blogs, journals, or whatnot that are covering this serial scientific mystery theatre, and I haven’t found any. This sort of commentary is a world exclusive for Proven By Science. I hope you were sitting down for that one — try to contain your excitement. In the meantime, your fix of real science for the week is here.]