"Well," Malone said, "Her Majesty said she knew just where the spy was. I asked her where--" "Why didn't you tell me?" Burris screamed. "You knew all this time and you didn't tell me?" "Hold on," Malone said. "I asked her where--and she said: 'He's right there.' And she was pointing right at your image on the screen." Burris opened his mouth. Nothing came out. He closed it and tried again. At last he managed one word. "Me?" he said. "You," Malone said. "But that's what I realized later. She wasn't pointing at you. She was pointing at Logan, who was in the next room." Barbara whispered: "Is that right, Your Majesty?" "Certainly, dear," the Queen said calmly. "Would I lie to Sir Kenneth?" Malone was still talking. "The thing that set me off this noon was something you said, Sir Andrew," he went on. "You said there weren't any sane telepaths--remember?" Burris, incapable of speech, merely nodded. "But according to Her Majesty," Malone said, "we had every telepath in the United States right here. She told me that--and I didn't even see it!" "Don't blame yourself, Sir Kenneth," the Queen put in. "I did do my best to mislead you, you know." "You sure did!" Malone said. "And later on, when we were driving here, she said the spy was 'moving around.' That's right; he was in the car behind us, going eighty miles an hour." Barbara stared. Malone got a lot of satisfaction out of that stare. But there was still more ground to cover. "Then," he said, "she told us he was here at Yucca Flats--after we brought him here! It had to be one of the other six telepaths." The psychiatrist who'd muttered: "Impossible," was still muttering it. Malone ignored him. "And when I remembered her pointing at you," Malone told Burris, "and remembered that she'd only said: 'He's right there,' I knew it had to be Logan. You weren't there. You were only an image on a TV screen. Logan was there--in the room behind the phone." Burris had found his tongue. "All right," he said. "Okay. But what's all this about misleading us--and why didn't she tell us right away, anyhow?" Malone turned to Her Majesty on the throne. "I think that the Queen had better explain that--if she will." Queen Elizabeth Thompson nodded very slowly. "I--I only wanted you to respect me," she said. "To treat me properly." Her voice sounded uneven, and her eyes were glistening with unspilled tears. Lady Barbara tightened her arm about the Queen's shoulders once more. "It's all right," she said. "We do--respect you." The Queen smiled up at her. Malone waited. After a second Her Majesty continued. "I was afraid that as soon as you found poor Willie you'd send me back to the hospital," she said. "And Willie couldn't tell the Russian agents any more once he'd been taken away. So I thought I'd just--just let things stay the way they were as long as I could. That's--that's all." Malone nodded. After a second he said: "You see that we couldn't possibly send you back now, don't you?"