old himself morosely to shut up and think.

O'Connor, he told himself, might be the spy. It would be a pleasure,
he realized, to go to the office of that superior scientist and arrest
him. "I know your true name," he muttered. "It isn't O'Connor, it's
Moriarty." He wondered if the Westinghouse man had ever done any work
on the dynamics of an asteroid. Then he wondered what the dynamics of
an asteroid were.

But if O'Connor were the spy, nothing made sense. Why would he have
disclosed the fact that people were having their minds read in the
first place?

Sadly, Malone gave up the idea. But, then, there were other ideas. The
other psychiatrists, for instance....

The only trouble with them, Malone realized, was that there seemed to
be neither motive nor anything else to connect them to the case. There
was no evidence, none in any direction.

Why, there was just as much evidence that the spy was really Kenneth
J. Malone, he told himself.

And then he stopped.

Maybe Tom Boyd had been thinking that way about him. Maybe Boyd
suspected that he, Malone, was really the spy.

Certainly it worked in reverse. Boyd...

No, Malone told himself firmly. That was silly.

If he were going to consider Boyd, he realized, he might as well go
whole hog and think about Andrew J. Burris.

And that really _was_ ridiculous. Absolutely ridic....

Well, Queen Elizabeth had seemed pretty certain when she'd pointed him
out in Dr. Dowson's office. And the fact that she'd apparently changed
her mind didn't have to mean very much. After all, how much faith
could you place in Her Majesty at the best of times? If she'd made a
mistake about Burris in the first place, she could just as well have
made a mistake in the second place. Or about the spy's being at Yucca
Flats at all.

In which case, Malone thought sadly, they were right back where they'd
started from.

Behind their own goal line.

One way or another, though, Her Majesty had made a mistake. She'd
pointed Burris out as the spy, and then she'd said she'd been wrong.
Either Burris was a spy, or else he wasn't. You couldn't have it both
ways.

And if Burris really were the spy, Malone thought, then why had he
started the investigation in the first place? You came back to the
same question with Burris, he realized, that you had with Dr.
O'Connor: it didn't make sense for a man to play one hand against the
other. Maybe the right hand sometimes didn't know what the left hand
was