She didn't smile back. "Doctor," she said, "you'd really better talk to Miss Thompson. I'm not at all sure what I can do. It's something new." "New?" he said. The worry lines on his face were increasing, but he spoke softly. "The poor dear thinks she's going to get out of the hospital now," Miss Wilson said. "For some reason, she's convinced that the FBI is going to get her released, and--" As she saw the expression on three faces, she stopped. "What's wrong?" she said. "Miss Wilson," Malone said, "we--may I call you by your first name?" "Of course, Mr. Malone," she said. There was a little silence. "Miss Wilson," Malone said, "what _is_ your first name?" She smiled now, very gently. Malone wanted to walk through mountains, or climb fire. He felt confused, but wonderful. "Barbara," she said. "Lovely," he said. "Well, Barbara--and please call me Ken. It's short for Kenneth." The smile on her face broadened. "I thought it might be," she said. "Well," Malone said softly, "it is. Kenneth. That's my name. And you're Barbara." Boyd cleared his throat. "Ah," Malone said. "Yes. Of course. Well, Barbara--well, that's just what we intend to do. Take Miss Thompson away. We need her--badly." Dr. Harman had said nothing at all, and had barely moved. He was staring at a point on his desk. "She couldn't possibly have heard us," he muttered. "That's a soundproof door. She couldn't have heard us." "But you can't take Miss Thompson away," Miss Wilson said. "We have to, Barbara," Malone said gently. "Try to understand. It's for the national security." "She heard us thinking," Dr. Harman muttered. "That's what; she heard us thinking. Behind a soundproof door. She can see inside their minds. She can even see inside _my_ mind." "She's a sick woman," Barbara said. "But you have to understand--" "Vital necessity," Boyd put in. "Absolutely vital." "Nevertheless--" Barbara said. "She can read minds," Dr. Harman whispered in an awed tone. "She knows. Everything. She _knows_." "It's out of the question," Barbara said. "Whether you like it or not, Miss Thompson is not going to leave this hospital. Why, what could she do outside these walls? She hasn't left in over forty years! And furthermore, Mr. Malone--" "Kenneth," Malone put in, as the door opened again. "I mean Ken." The little old lady put her haloed head into the room. "Now, now, Barbara," she said. "Don't you go spoiling things. Just let these nice men take me away and everything will be fine, believe me. Besides, I've been outside more often then you imagine." "Outside?" Barbara said. "Of course," the little old lady said. "In other people's minds. Even yours. I remember that nice young man--what was his name?--" "Never mind his name," Barbara said, flushing furiously.