The doctor closed the door, and leaned against it for a second. He looked as though someone had suddenly revealed to him that the world was square. But when he spoke his voice was almost even. "Sit down, gentlemen," he said, and indicated chairs. "I really ... well, I don't know what to say. All this time, all these years, she's been reading my mind! My mind. She's been reading ... looking right into my mind, or whatever it is." "Whatever what is?" Malone asked, sincerely interested. He had dropped gratefully into a chair near Boyd's, across the desk from Dr. Harman. "Whatever my _mind_ is," Dr. Harman said. "Reading it. Oh, my." "Dr. Harman," Malone began, but the psychiatrist gave him a bright blank stare. "Don't you understand?" he said. "She's a telepath." "We--" The phone on Dr. Harman's desk chimed gently. He glanced at it and said: "Excuse me. The phone." He picked up the receiver and said: "Hello?" There was no image on the screen. But the voice was image enough. "This is Andrew J. Burris," it said. "Is Kenneth J. Malone there?" "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?"