eyes were glistening with unspilled tears. Lady
Barbara tightened her arm about the Queen's shoulders once more.

"It's all right," she said. "We do--respect you."

The Queen smiled up at her.

Malone waited. After a second Her Majesty continued.

"I was afraid that as soon as you found poor Willie you'd send me back
to the hospital," she said. "And Willie couldn't tell the Russian
agents any more once he'd been taken away. So I thought I'd just--just
let things stay the way they were as long as I could. That's--that's
all."

Malone nodded. After a second he said: "You see that we couldn't
possibly send you back now, don't you?"

"You know all the State Secrets, Your Majesty," Malone said. "We would
rather that Dr. Harman in San Francisco didn't try to talk you out of
them. Or anyone else."

The Queen smiled tremulously. "I know too much, do I?" she said. Then
her grin faded. "Poor Dr. Harman," she said.

"Poor Dr. Harman?"

"You'll hear about him in a day or so," she said. "I--peeked inside
his mind. He's very ill."

"Ill?" Lady Barbara asked.

"Oh, yes," the Queen said. The trace of a smile appeared on her face.
"He thinks that all the patients in the hospital can see inside his
mind."

"Oh, my," Lady Barbara said--and began to laugh. It was the nicest
sound Malone had ever heard.

"Forget Harman," Burris snapped. "What about this spy ring? How was
Logan getting his information out?"

"I've already taken care of that," Malone said. "I had Desert Edge
Sanatorium surrounded as soon as I knew what the score was." He looked
at one of the agents holding Logan.

"They ought to be in the Las Vegas jail within half an hour," he said
in confirmation.

"Dr. Dowson was in on it, wasn't he, Your Majesty?" Malone said.

"Certainly," the Queen said. Her eyes were suddenly very cold. "I hope
he tries to escape. I hope he tries it."

Malone knew just how she felt.

One of the psychiatrists spoke up suddenly. "I don't understand it,"
he said. "Logan is completely catatonic. Even if he could read minds,
how could he tell Dowson what he'd read? It doesn't make sense."

"In the first place," the Queen said patiently, "Willie isn't
catatonic. He's just _busy_, that's all. He's only a boy, and--well,
he doesn't much like being who he is. So he visits other people's
minds, and that way he becomes _them_ for a while. You see?"

"Vaguely," Malone said. "But how did Dowson get his information? I had
everything work