"You know all the State Secrets, Your Majesty," Malone said. "We would rather that Dr. Harman in San Francisco didn't try to talk you out of them. Or anyone else." The Queen smiled tremulously. "I know too much, do I?" she said. Then her grin faded. "Poor Dr. Harman," she said. "Poor Dr. Harman?" "You'll hear about him in a day or so," she said. "I--peeked inside his mind. He's very ill." "Ill?" Lady Barbara asked. "Oh, yes," the Queen said. The trace of a smile appeared on her face. "He thinks that all the patients in the hospital can see inside his mind." "Oh, my," Lady Barbara said--and began to laugh. It was the nicest sound Malone had ever heard. "Forget Harman," Burris snapped. "What about this spy ring? How was Logan getting his information out?" "I've already taken care of that," Malone said. "I had Desert Edge Sanatorium surrounded as soon as I knew what the score was." He looked at one of the agents holding Logan. "They ought to be in the Las Vegas jail within half an hour," he said in confirmation. "Dr. Dowson was in on it, wasn't he, Your Majesty?" Malone said. "Certainly," the Queen said. Her eyes were suddenly very cold. "I hope he tries to escape. I hope he tries it." Malone knew just how she felt. One of the psychiatrists spoke up suddenly. "I don't understand it," he said. "Logan is completely catatonic. Even if he could read minds, how could he tell Dowson what he'd read? It doesn't make sense." "In the first place," the Queen said patiently, "Willie isn't catatonic. He's just _busy_, that's all. He's only a boy, and--well, he doesn't much like being who he is. So he visits other people's minds, and that way he becomes _them_ for a while. You see?" "Vaguely," Malone said. "But how did Dowson get his information? I had everything worked out but that." "I know you did," the Queen said, "and I'm proud of you. I intend to award you with the Order of the Bath for this day's work." Unaccountably, Malone's chest swelled with pride. "As for Dr. Dowson," the Queen said, "that traitor--_hurt_ Willie. If he's hurt enough, he'll come back." Her eyes weren't hard any more. "He didn't want to be a spy, really," she said, "but he's just a boy, and it must have sounded rather exciting. He knew that if he told Dowson everything he'd found out, they'd let him go--go away again." There was a long silence. "Well," Malone said, "that about wraps it up. Any questions?" He looked around at the men, but before any of them could speak up Her Majesty rose. "I'm sure there are questions," she said, "but I'm really very tired. My lords, you are excused." She extended a hand. "Come, Lady Barbara," she said. "I think I really may need that nap, now." * * * * * Malone put the cufflinks in his shirt with great care. They were great stones, and Malone thought that they gave his costume that necessary Elizabethan flair.