"She can read minds," Dr. Harman whispered in an awed tone. "She knows.
Everything. She _knows_."
"It"s out of the question," Barbara said. "Whether you like it or not.
Miss Thompson is not going to leave this hospital. Why, what could she do outside these walls? She hasn"t left in over forty years! And furthermore, Mr. Malone--"
"Kenneth," Malone put in, as the door opened again. "I mean Ken."
The little old lady put her haloed head into the room. "Now, now, Barbara," she said. "Don"t you go spoiling things. Just let these nice men take me away and everything will be fine, believe me. Besides, I"ve been outside more often than you imagine."
"Outside?" Barbara said.
"Of course," the little old lady said. "In other people"s minds. Even yours. I remember that nice young man ... what was his name?"
"Never mind his name," Barbara said, flushing furiously.
Malone felt instantly jealous of every nice young man he had ever even heard of. _He_ wasn"t a nice young man; he was an FBI agent, and he liked to drink and smoke cigars and carouse.
All nice young men, he decided, should be turned into ugly old men as soon as possible. That"d fix them!
He noticed the little old lady smiling at him, and tried to change his thoughts rapidly. But the little old lady said nothing at all.
"At any rate," Barbara said, "I"m afraid that we just can"t--"
Dr. Harman cleared his throat imperiously. It was a most impressive noise, and everyone turned to look at him. His face was a little gray, but he looked, otherwise, like a rather pudgy, blond, crew-cut Roman emperor.
"Just a moment," he said with dignity, "I think you"re doing the United States of America a grave injustice, Miss Wilson--and that you"re doing an injustice to Miss Thompson, too."
"What do you mean?" she said.
"I think it would be nice for her to get away from me--I mean from here," the psychiatrist said. "Where did you say you were taking her?"
he asked Malone.
"Yucca Flats," Malone said.
"Ah." The news seemed to please the psychiatrist. "That"s a long distance from here, isn"t it? It"s quite a few hundred miles away.
Perhaps even a few thousand miles away. I feel sure that will be the best thing for me ... I mean, of course, for Miss Thompson. I shall recommend that the court so order."
"Doctor--" But even Barbara saw, Malone could tell, that it was no good arguing with Dr. Harman. She tried a last attack. "Doctor, who"s going to take care of her?"
A light the size and shape of North America burst in Malone"s mind. He almost chortled. But he managed to keep his voice under control. "What she needs," he said, "is a trained psychiatric nurse."
Barbara Wilson gave him a look that had carloads of U{235} stacked away in it, but Malone barely minded. She"d get over it, he told himself.
"Now, wasn"t that sweet of you to think of that," the little old lady said. Malone looked at her and was rewarded with another wink.
"I"m certainly glad you thought of Barbara," the little old lady went on. "You will go with me won"t you, dear? I"ll make you a d.u.c.h.ess.
Wouldn"t you like to be a d.u.c.h.ess, dear?"
Barbara looked from Malone to the little old lady, and then she looked at Dr. Harman. Apparently what she saw failed to make her happy.
"We"ll take good care of her, Barbara," Malone said.
She didn"t even bother to give him an answer. After a second Boyd said: "Well, I guess that settles it. If you"ll let me use your phone, Dr.
Harman, I"ll call Judge Dunning."
"Go right ahead," Dr. Harman said. "Go right ahead."
The little old lady smiled softly without looking at anybody at all.
"Won"t it be wonderful?" she whispered. "At last I"ve been recognized.
My country is about to pay me for my services. My loyal subjects--" She stopped and wiped what Malone thought was a tear from one cornflower-blue eye.
"Now, now, Miss Thompson," Barbara said.
"I"m not sad," the little old lady said, smiling up at her. "I"m just so very happy. I am about to get my reward, my well-deserved reward at last, from all of my loyal subjects. You"ll see." She paused and Malone felt a faint stirring of stark, chill fear.
"Won"t it be wonderful?" said the little old lady.
IV
"You"re _where_?" Andrew J. Burris said.
Malone looked at the surprised face on the screen and wished he hadn"t called. He had to report in, of course--but, if he"d had any sense, he"d have ordered Boyd to do the job for him.
Oh, well, it was too late for that now. "I"m in Las Vegas," he said. "I tried to get you last night, but I couldn"t, so I--"
"Las Vegas," Burris said. "Well, well. Las Vegas." His face darkened and his voice became very loud. "Why aren"t you in Yucca Flats?" he screamed.
"Because she insisted on it," Malone said. "The old lady. Miss Thompson.
She says there"s another telepath here."
Burris closed his eyes. "Well, that"s a relief," he said at last.
"Somebody in one of the gambling houses, I suppose. Fine, Malone." He went right on without a pause: "The boys have uncovered two more in various parts of the nation. Not one of them is even close to sane." He opened his eyes. "Where"s this one?" he said.
Malone sighed. "In the looney bin," he said.
Burris" eyes closed again. Malone waited in silence. At last Burris said: "All right. Get him out."
"Right," Malone said.
"Tell me," Burris said. "Why did Miss Thompson insist that you go to Las Vegas? Somebody else could have done the job. You could have sent Boyd, couldn"t you?"
"Chief," Malone said slowly, "what sort of mental condition are those other telepaths in?"