nodded. That was, he had to admit, bad news. But then, when had
he last had any good news?

"We're nowhere near our telepathic spy," Burris said. "We haven't come
any closer than we were when we started. Have you got anything? Anything
at all, no matter how small?"

"Not that I know of, sir," Malone said.

"What about the little old lady ... what's her name? Thompson. Anything
from her?"

Malone hesitated. "She has a close fix on the spy, sir," he said slowly,
"but she doesn't seem able to identify him right away."

"What else does she want?" Burris said. "We've made her Queen and given
her a full retinue in costume; we've let her play roulette and poker
with Government money. Does she want to hold a mass execution? If she
does, I can supply some congressmen, Malone. I'm sure it could be
arranged." He looked at the agent narrowly. "I might even be able to
supply an FBI man or two," he added.

Malone swallowed hard. "I'm trying the best I can, sir," he said. "What
about the others?"

Burris looked even unhappier than usual. "Come along," he said. "I'll
show you."

When they got back to the car, Dr. Gamble was talking spiritedly with
Her Majesty about Roger Bacon. "Before my time, of course," the Queen
was saying, "but I'm sure he was a most interesting man. Now when dear
old Marlowe wrote his 'Faust,' he and I had several long discussions
about such matters. Alchemy--"

Burris interrupted with: "I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, but we must
get on. Perhaps you'll be able to continue your ... ah ... audience
later." He turned to Boyd. "Sir Thomas," he said with an effort, "drive
directly to the Westinghouse buildings. Over that way." He pointed. "Dr.
Gamble will ride with you, and the rest of us will follow in the second
car. Let's move."

He stepped back as the project head got into the car, and watched it
roar off. Then he and Malone went to the second car, another FBI
Lincoln. Two agents were sitting in the back seat, with a still figure
between them.

With a shock, Malone recognized William Logan and the agents he'd
detailed to watch the telepath. Logan's face did not seem to have
changed expression since Malone had seen it last, and he wondered wildly
if perhaps it had to be dusted once a week.

He got in behind the wheel and Burris slid in next to him.

"Westinghouse." Burris said. "And let's get there in a hurry."

"Right," Malone said, and started the car.

"We just haven't had a single lead,"