Harman stared at him. "But, Mr. Malone," he said, "that just isn't possible. Really. Miss Thompson is a ward of the state, and we couldn't possibly allow her release without a court order." Malone thought that over. "O.K.," he said at last. "I can see that." He turned to Boyd. "Here's a job for you, Tom," he said. "Get one of the judges on the phone. You'll know which one will do us the most good, fastest." "Hm-m-m," Boyd said. "Say Judge Dunning," he said. "Good man. Fast worker." "I don't care who," Malone said. "Just get going, and get us a release for Miss Thompson." He turned back to the doctor. "By the way," he said, "has she got any other name? Besides Elizabeth Tudor, I mean," he added hurriedly. "Her full name," Dr. Harman said, "is Rose Walker Thompson. She is not Queen Elizabeth I, II, or XXVIII, and she is not immortal." "But she is," Malone pointed out, "a telepath. And that's why I want her." "She may," Dr. Harman said, "be a telepath." It was obvious that he had partly managed to forget the disturbing incidents that had happened a few minutes before. "I don't even want to discuss that part of it." "O.K., never mind it," Malone said agreeably. "Tom, get us a court order for Rose Walker Thompson. Effective yesterday--day before, if possible." Boyd nodded, but before he could get to the phone Dr. Harman spoke again. "Now, wait a moment, gentlemen," he said. "Court order or no court order, Miss Thompson is definitely not a well woman, and I can't see my way clear to--" "I'm not well myself," Malone said. "I need sleep and I probably have a cold. But I've got to work for the national security, and--" "This is important," Boyd put in. "I don't dispute that," Dr. Harman said. "Nevertheless, I--" The door that led into the other room suddenly burst open. The three men turned to stare at Miss Wilson, who stood in the doorway for a long second and then stepped into the office, closing the door quietly behind her. "I'm sorry to interrupt," she said. "Not at all," Malone said. "It's a pleasure to have you. Come again soon." He smiled at her. She didn't smile back. "Doctor," she said, "you 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 expressions 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."