But
that is tomorrow morning. We have the rest of the night left. It's
only a little after nine, you know."

"Heavens," Barbara said. "Is it that late?"

"It's even later," Boyd said sourly. "It's much later than you think."

"And it's getting later all the time," Malone added. "Pretty soon the
sun will go out and all life on earth will end. Won't that be nice and
peaceful?"

"I'm looking forward to it," Boyd said.

"I'm not," Barbara said. "But I've got to get some sleep tonight, if
I'm going to be any good at all tomorrow."

_You're pretty good right now_, Malone thought, but he didn't say a
word. He felt the Queen's eye on him but didn't turn around. After
all, she was on his side--wasn't she?

At any rate, she didn't say anything.

"Perhaps it would be best," Barbara said, "if you and I--Your
Majesty--just went home and rested up. Some other time, then, when
there's nothing vital to do, we could--"

"No," the Queen said. "We couldn't. Really, Lady Barbara, how often
will I have to remind you of the duties you owe your sovereign--not
the least of which is obedience, as dear old Ben used to say."

"Ben?" Malone said, and immediately wished he hadn't.

"Johnson, dear boy," the Queen said. "Really a remarkable man--and
such a good friend to poor Will. Why, did you ever hear the story of
how he actually paid Will's rent in London once upon a time? That was
while Will and that Anne of his were having one of their arguments, of
course. I didn't tell you that story, did I?"

"No," Malone said truthfully, but his voice was full of foreboding.
"If I might remind Your Majesty of the subject," he added tentatively,
"I should like to say--"

"Remind me of the subject!" the Queen said, obviously delighted. "What
a lovely pun! And how much better because purely unconscious! My, my,
Sir Kenneth, I never suspected you of a pointed sense of humor--could
you be a descendant of Sir Richard Greene, I wonder?"

"I doubt it," Malone said. "My ancestors were all poor but Irish." He
paused. "Or, if you prefer, Irish, but poor." Another pause, and then
he added: "If that means anything at all. Which I doubt."

"In any case," the Queen said, her eyes twinkling, "you were about to
enter a new objection to our little visit to the Palace, were you
not?"

Malone admitted as much. "I really think that--"

Her eyes grew suddenly cold. "If I hear any more objections, Sir
Kenneth, I shall not only rescind your knighthood and--w