"This," Malone announced to no one in particular, "is ridiculous." * * * * * Boyd swept the car around a curve and concentrated grimly on the road. After a second the Queen said: "Since you're still thinking about the question, I'll answer you." "What question?" Malone said, thoroughly baffled. "Sir Thomas asked me if I could foretell the future," the Queen said equably. "Of course I can't. That's silly. Just because I'm immortal and I'm a telepath, don't go hog-wild." "Then how did you know the FBI agents were going to find the girl in Honolulu tomorrow?" Boyd said. "Because," the Queen said, "they're thinking about looking in the hospital tomorrow, and when they look they'll certainly find her." Boyd said: "Oh," and was silent. But Malone had a grim question. "Why didn't you tell me about these other telepaths before?" he said. "You could have saved us a lot of work." "Oh, heavens to Betsy, Sir Kenneth," Her Majesty exclaimed. "How could I? After all, the proper precautions had to be taken first, didn't they? I told you all the others were crazy--_really_ crazy, I mean. And they just wouldn't be safe without the proper precautions." "Perhaps you ought to go back to the hospital, too," Barbara said, and added: "Your Majesty," just in time. "But if I did, dear," Her Majesty said, "you'd lose your chance to become a Duchess, and that wouldn't be at all nice. Besides, I'm having so much _fun_!" She trilled a laugh again. "Riding around like this is just wonderful!" she said. _And you're important for national security_, Malone said to himself. "That's right, Sir Kenneth," the Queen said. "The country needs me, and I'm happy to serve. That is the job of a sovereign." "Fine," Malone said, hoping it was. "Well, then," said Her Majesty, "that settles that. We have a whole night ahead of us, Sir Kenneth. What do you say we make a night _of_ it?" "Knight who?" Malone said. He felt confused again. It seemed as if he was always feeling confused lately. "Don't be silly, Sir Kenneth," Her Majesty said. "There are times and times." "Sure," Malone said at random. _And time and a half_, he thought. _Possibly for overtime._ "What is Your Majesty thinking of?" he asked with trepidation. "I want to take a tour of Las Vegas," Her Majesty said primly. Lady Barbara shook her head. "I'm afraid that's not possible, Your Majesty," she said. "And why not, pray?" Her Majesty said. "No. I can see what you're thinking. It's not safe to let me go wandering around in a strange city, and particularly if that city is Las Vegas. Well, dear, I can assure you that it's perfectly safe." "We've got work to do," Boyd contributed. Malone said nothing. He stared bleakly at the hood ornament on the car. "I have made my wishes known," the Queen said. Lady Barbara said: "But--" Boyd, however, knew when to give in. "Yes, Your Majesty," he said.