"Mr. Malone?" the psychiatrist said. "I mean, Mr. Burris? Mr. Malone is here. Yes. Oh, my. Do you want to talk to him?" "No, you idiot," the voice said. "I just want to know if he's all tucked in." "Tucked in?" Dr. Harman gave the phone a sudden smile. "A joke," he said. "It is a joke, isn't it? The way things have been happening, you never know whether--" "A joke," Burris' voice said. "That's right. Yes. Am I talking to one of the patients?" Dr. Harman gulped, got mad, and thought better of it. At last he said, very gently; "I'm not at all sure," and handed the phone to Malone. The FBI agent said: "Hello, Chief. Things are a little confused." Burris' face appeared on the screen. "Confused, sure," he said. "I feel confused already." He took a breath. "I called the San Francisco office, and they told me you and Boyd were out there. What's going on?" Malone said cautiously: "We've found a telepath." Burris' eyes widened slightly. "Another one?" "What are you talking about, another one?" Malone said. "We have one. Does anybody else have any more?" "Well," Burris said, "we just got a report on another one--maybe. Besides yours, I mean." "I hope the one you've got is in better shape than the one I've got," Malone said. He took a deep breath, and then spat it all out at once: "The one we've found is a little old lady. She thinks she's Queen Elizabeth I. She's a telepath, sure, but she's nuts." "Queen Elizabeth?" Burris said. "Of England?" "That's right," Malone said. He held his breath. "Damn it," Burris exploded, "they've already got one!" Malone sighed. "This is another one," he said. "Or, rather, the original one. She also claims she's immortal." "Lives forever?" Burris said. "You mean like that?" "Immortal," Malone said. "Right." Burris nodded. Then he looked worried. "Tell me, Malone," he said. "She _isn't_, is she?" "Isn't immortal, you mean?" Malone said. Burris nodded. Malone said confidently: "Of course not." There was a little pause. Malone thought things over. Hell, maybe she was immortal. Stranger things had happened, hadn't they? He looked over at Dr. Harman. "How about that?" he said. "Could she be immortal?" The psychiatrist shook his head decisively. "She's been here for over forty years, Mr. Malone, ever since her late teens. Her records show all that, and her birth certificate is in perfect order. Not a chance." Malone sighed and turned back to the phone. "Of course she isn't immortal, Chief," he said. "She couldn't be. Nobody is. Just a nut." "I was afraid of that," Burris said. "Afraid?" Malone said. Burris nodded. "We've got another one, or anyhow we think we have," he said. "If he checks out, that is. Right here in Washington." "Not at--Rice Pavilion?" Malone asked. "No," Burris said absently. "St. Elizabeths." Malone sighed. "Another nut?"