"Perfectly correct, Sir Kenneth," the Queen said. "Poor Willie is your spy. You won't be too hard on him, will you?" "I don't think so. Your Majesty," Malone said. "After all--" "Now wait a minute," Burris exploded. "How did _you_ know any of this?" Malone bowed to Her Majesty, and winked at Barbara. He turned to Burris. "Well," he said, "I had one piece of information none of the rest of you had. When we were in the Desert Edge Sanitarium, Dr. Dowson called you on the phone. Remember?" "Sure I remember," Burris said. "So?" "Well," Malone said, "Her Majesty said she knew just where the spy was. I asked her where--" "Why didn't you tell me?" Burris screamed. "You knew all this time and you didn't tell me?" "Hold on," Malone said. "I asked her where--and she said: 'He's right there.' And she was pointing right at your image on the screen." Burris opened his mouth. Nothing came out. He closed it and tried again. At last he managed one word. "Me?" he said. "You," Malone said. "But that's what I realized later. She wasn't pointing at you. She was pointing at Logan, who was in the next room." Barbara whispered: "Is that right, Your Majesty?" "Certainly, dear," the Queen said calmly. "Would I lie to Sir Kenneth?" Malone was still talking. "The thing that set me off this noon was something you said, Sir Andrew," he went on. "You said there weren't any sane telepaths--remember?" Burris, incapable of speech, merely nodded. "But according to Her Majesty," Malone said, "we had every telepath in the United States right here. She told me that--and I didn't even see it!" "Don't blame yourself, Sir Kenneth," the Queen put in. "I did do my best to mislead you, you know." "You sure did!" Malone said. "And later on, when we were driving here, you said the spy was 'moving around.' That's right; he was in the car behind us, going eighty miles an hour." Barbara stared. Malone got a lot of satisfaction out of that stare. But there was still more ground to cover. "Then," he said, "you told us he was here at Yucca Flats--after we brought him here! It had to be one of the other six telepaths." The psychiatrist who'd muttered: "Impossible," was still muttering it. Malone ignored him. "And when I remembered her pointing at you," Malone told Burris, "and remembered that she'd only said: 'He's right there,' I knew it had to be Logan. You weren't there. You were only an image on a TV screen. Logan was there--in the room behind the phone." Burris had found his tongue. "All right," he said. "O.K. But what's all this about misleading us--and why didn't she tell us right away, anyhow?" Malone turned to Her Majesty on the throne. "I think that the Queen had better explain that--if she will." * * * * *