don't get it," Dorothea put in.

"Simple," Malone said. "She's telepathic. She's been listening in on our
sessions for the past four days--she must have been. So now she can
teleport, too."

Dorothea looked at the little old lady in awe. "But how could you come
to a place you'd never been to before?"

"I got all the information I needed, my dear, out of Sir Kenneth's
mind."

"Sir Kenneth?" Dorothea said. "Sir ... Ken? His mind?"

"Never mind it," Malone said. "What do I do now?"

Her Majesty said: "Don't worry about anything. And use your own psionic
talents. You can catch those dear boys now, you know. You're better than
they are."

"Me?" Malone said. "But they've had--"

"Practice, of course," the Queen said. "But you have a talent they
don't."

"I do?"

"Well," the Queen said, "you've been calling it 'luck' for years. You're
much too modest, Sir Kenneth. If you'll think back, you'll remember that
every time you had a bit of your so-called luck, it was because you were
at the right place at the right time. There's no other way to explain
the fact that you wandered at random through Greenwich Village--of all
places!--and just happened to end up at the very same red Cadillac that
young Mike was going to come to--_before he got there_!"

Malone felt the back of his head. "That," he said, "was luck?"

"You got the notebook, didn't you?" the Queen said. "But of course it
wasn't luck. It's prescience--the ability to predict the future. You've
had it all along, but you haven't been consciously using it. The only
way you'll ever catch those boys is to know where they're going to be
before they get there."

Malone sat down heavily on the couch next to Dorothea. His mind was
whirling with a fine, dizzy rapidity. In a few seconds he was going to
try and grab the brass ring.

"Oh, I'll help you," the Queen added. "Don't worry about that. I think I
can pick up Mike's mind, now that I'm closer to him. And if we can
figure out what their plans are, and where they're going to be, we can
nab them all, Sir Kenneth. Won't that be nice?"

"Ducky," Malone said. "Simply ducky. All I have to do is predict the
future while you read minds and we both teleport. And Dorothea can sit
around sticking pins in dolls, I guess. Or--"

"Well, now," the Queen said, "I don't know. Perhaps she just doesn't
have that talent. Besides, why would we want to do anything like that?
It seems to me--"

"Never mind," Malone said hopelessly