"Because she insisted on it," Malone said. "The old lady. Miss Thompson. She says there's another telepath here." Burris closed his eyes. "Well, that's a relief," he said at last. "Somebody in one of the gambling houses, I suppose. Fine, Malone." He went right on without a pause: "The boys have uncovered two more in various parts of the nation. Not one of them is even close to sane." He opened his eyes. "Where's this one?" he said. Malone sighed. "In the looney bin," he said. Burris' eyes closed again. Malone waited in silence. At last Burris said: "All right. Get him out." "Right," Malone said. "Tell me," Burris said. "Why did Miss Thompson insist that you go to Las Vegas? Somebody else could have done the job. You could have sent Boyd, couldn't you?" "Chief," Malone said slowly, "what sort of mental condition are those other telepaths in?" "Pretty bad," Burris said. "As a matter of fact, very bad. Miss Thompson may be off her trolley, but the others haven't even got any tracks." He paused. "What's that got to do with it?" he said. "Well," Malone said, "I figured we'd better handle Miss Thompson with kid gloves--at least until we find a better telepath to work with." He didn't mention Barbara Wilson. The chief, he told himself, didn't want to be bothered with details. [Illustration] "Doggone right you'd better," Burris said. "You treat that old lady as if she were the Queen herself, understand?" "Don't worry," Malone said unhappily. "We are." He hesitated. "She says she'll help us find our spy, all right, but we've got to do it her way--or else she won't co-operate." "Do it her way, then," Burris said. "That spy--" "Chief, are you sure?" Burris blinked. "Well, then," he said, "what _is_ her way?" Malone took a deep breath. "First," he said, "we had to come here and pick this guy up. This William Logan, who's in a private sanitarium just outside of Las Vegas. That's number one. Miss Thompson wants to get all the telepaths together, so they can hold mental conversations or something." "And all of them batty," Burris said. "Sure," Malone said. "A convention of nuts--and me in the middle. Listen, chief--" "Later," Burris said. "When this is over we can all resign, or go fishing, or just plain shoot ourselves. But right now the national security is primary, Malone. Remember that." "O.K.," Malone sighed. "O.K. But she wants all the nuts here." "Go along with her," Burris snapped. "Keep her happy. So far, Malone, she's the only lead we have on the guy who's swiping information from Yucca Flats. If she wants something, Malone, you do it." "But, chief--" "Don't interrupt me," Burris said. "If she wants to be treated like a queen, you treat her like one. Malone, that's an order!" "Yes, sir," Malone said sadly. "But, chief, she wants us to buy her some new clothes." Burris exploded: "Is that all? New clothes? Get 'em. Put 'em on the expense account. New clothes are a drop in the bucket."