Dr. O'Connor, what are your plans for the telepaths who have been
brought here?" He shot the question out quickly, and O'Connor was caught
off-balance.

"Well ... ah ... we would like their co-operation in further research
which we ... ah ... plan to do into the actual mechanisms of telepathy.
Provided, of course"--he coughed gently--"provided that they become ...
ah ... accessible. Miss ... I mean, of course, Her Majesty has ...
already been a great deal of help." He gave Malone an odd look. It
seemed to say: _what's coming next?_

Malone simply gave him a nod, and a "Thank you, doctor," and turned to
Burris. He could feel Barbara's eyes on him, but he went on with his
prepared questions. "Chief," he said, "what about you? After we nail our
spy, what happens ... to Her Majesty, I mean? You don't intend to stop
giving her the homage due her, do you?"

Burris stared, openmouthed. After a second he managed to say: "Why, no,
of course not, Sir Kenneth. That is"--and he glanced over at the
psychiatrists--"if the doctors think--"

There was another hurried consultation. The four psychiatrists came out
of it with a somewhat shaky statement to the effect that treatments
which had been proven to have some therapeutic value ought not to be
discontinued, although of course there was always the chance that--

"Thank you, gentlemen," Malone said smoothly. He could see that they
were nervous, and no wonder; he could imagine how difficult it was for a
psychiatrist to talk about a patient in her presence. But they'd already
realized that it didn't make any difference; their thoughts were an open
book, anyway.

Lady Barbara said: "Sir ... I mean Ken ... are you going to--"

"What's this all about?" Burris snapped.

"Just a minute, Sir Andrew," Malone said. "I'd like to ask one of the
doctors here--or all of them, for that matter--one more question." He
whirled and faced them. "I'm assuming that not one of these persons is
legally responsible for his or her actions. Is that correct?"

Another hurried huddle. The psych boys were beginning to remind Malone
of a semi-pro football team in rather unusual uniforms.

Finally one of them said: "You are correct. According to the latest
statutes, all of these persons are legally insane--including Her
Majesty." He paused and gulped. "I except the FBI, of course--and
ourselves." Another pause. "And Dr. O'Connor and Dr. Gamble."

"And," said Lady Barbara, "me." She smiled sweetly at them