It all fit.
"That"s right," the Queen said, a little sadly. "She"s Dorothea Francisca Fueyo--little Miguel Fueyo"s older sister."
XII.
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Malone put in a great deal of time, he imagined, just staring at the face of the little old lady in the screen. At last he said: "Her name is Fueyo!"
"I"ve told you so," the Queen said with some asperity.
"I know," Malone said. "But--"
"You"re excited," the Queen said. "You"re stunned. Goodness, you don"t need to tell me that, Sir Kenneth. I know."
"But she"s--" Malone discovered that he couldn"t talk. He swallowed a couple of times and then went on. "She"s Mike Fueyo"s sister."
"That"s exactly right, Sir Kenneth," the Queen said.
"Then she ... swiped the book to protect her little brother," Malone said. "Oh, boy."
"Exactly, Sir Kenneth," the Queen said.
"And she doesn"t care about me at all," Malone said. "I mean, she only went out with me because I was me. Malone. And she wanted the notebook.
That was all there was to it."
"I wouldn"t say that, if I were you," she went on. "Quite the contrary.
She does like you, you know. And she thinks you"re a very nice person."
The Queen beamed. "You are, you know," she said.
"Oh," Malone said uncomfortably. "Sure."
"You don"t have to think that she merely went out with you because of her brother"s notebook," the Queen said. "But she does have a strong sense of loyalty--and he _is_ her younger brother, after all."
"He sure is," Malone said. "He"s a great kid, little Mike."
"You see," the Queen continued imperturbably, "Mike told her about losing the notebook the other night--when he struck you."
"When he struck me," Malone said. "Oh, yes. He struck me all right."
"He guessed that you must have it when you started asking questions about the Silent Spooks, you see," the Queen said. "That was the only way you could have found out about him--unless you were telepathic.
Which, of course, you"re not."
"No," Malone said.
"Now, understand me," the Queen said. "I do not think that his striking you was a very nice act."
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"I don"t either," Malone said. "It hurt like ... it hurt quite a lot."
"Certainly," the Queen said. "But, then, he didn"t hurt the car any, and he didn"t want to. He just wanted to ride around in it for a while."
"He likes red Cadillacs," Malone said.
"Oh, yes," the Queen said. "He thinks they"re wonderful."
"Good for him," Malone said sourly.
"Well, now," the Queen said. "You just go right on over to her house. Of course, she doesn"t live with an aunt."
"No," Malone said. "She lives with Mike and his mother."
"Why not?" the Queen said. "She"s part of the family."
Malone nodded silently.
"She"ll give you the book, Sir Kenneth. I just know that she will. And I want you to be very nice to her when you ask for it. She"s a very nice girl, you know."
"She"s a swell girl," Malone said morosely. "And I"ll ... hey. Wait a minute."
"Yes, Sir Kenneth?"
"How come you can read her thoughts?" Malone said. "And Mike"s? I thought you had to know somebody pretty well before you could read them at a distance like this. Do you? Know them, I mean."
"Oh, no," the Queen said. "But I can read _you_, of course." Malone could see that the Queen was trying very hard not to look proud of herself. "And last night," she went on, "you two were ... well, Sir Kenneth, you had a real _rapport_ with each other. My goodness, yes."
"Well," Malone said, "we--"
"Don"t explain, Sir Kenneth," the Queen said. "It really isn"t necessary; I thought it was very sweet. And--in any case--I can pick her up now. Because of that rapport. Not quite as well as I can pick you up, but enough to get the strong surface thoughts."
"Oh," Malone said. "But Mike--"
"I can"t pick him up at all, this far away," the Queen said. "There is just a faint touch of him, though, through the girl. But all I know about him is what she thinks." She smiled gently. "He"s a nice boy, basically," she said.
"Sure he is," Malone said. "He"s got a nice blackjack, too--basically."
He grimaced. "Were you reading my mind all last night?" he said.
"Well," the Queen said, "no. Toward morning you were getting so fuzzy I just didn"t bother."
"I can understand that," Malone said. "I nearly didn"t bother myself."
The Queen nodded. "But toward afternoon," she said, "I didn"t have anything to do, so I just listened in. You do have such a nice mind, Sir Kenneth--so refreshing and different. Especially when you"re in love."
Malone blushed quietly.