She had snow-white hair that shone like a crown around her old head in the lights of the room. Malone blinked at her. She didn"t disappear.
"_You"re_ Miss Thompson?" he said.
She smiled sweetly. "Oh, my, no," she said.
There was a long silence. Malone looked at her. Then he looked at the unbelievably beautiful Miss Wilson. Then he looked at Dr. Harman. And, at last, he looked at Boyd.
"All right," he said. "I get it. _You"re_ Miss Thompson."
"Now, wait a minute, Malone," Boyd began.
"Wait a minute?" Malone said. "There are four people here, not counting me. I know I"m not Miss Thompson. I never was, not even as a child. And Dr. Harman isn"t, and Miss Wilson isn"t, and Whistler"s Great-Grandmother isn"t, either. So you must be. Unless she isn"t here.
Or unless she"s invisible. Or unless I"m crazy."
"It isn"t _you_, Malone," Boyd said.
"What isn"t me?"
"That"s crazy," Boyd said.
"O.K.," Malone said. "I"m not crazy. Then will somebody please tell me--"
The little old lady cleared her throat. A silence fell. When it was complete she spoke, and her voice was as sweet and kindly as anything Malone had ever heard.
"You may call me Miss Thompson," she said. "For the present, at any rate. They all do here. It"s a pseudonym I have to use."
"A pseudonym?" Malone said.
"You see, Mr. Malone," Miss Wilson began.
Malone stopped her. "Don"t talk," he said. "I have to concentrate and if you talk I can barely think." He took off his hat suddenly, and began twisting the brim in his hands. "You understand, don"t you?"
The trace of a smile appeared on her face. "I think I do," she said.
"Now," Malone said, "you"re Miss Thompson, but not really, because you have to use a pseudonym." He blinked at the little old lady. "Why?"
"Well," she said, "otherwise people would find out about my little secret."
"Your little secret," Malone said.
"That"s right," the little old lady said. "I"m immortal, you see."
Malone said: "Oh." Then he kept quiet for a long time. It didn"t seem to him that anyone in the room was breathing.
He said: "Oh," again, but it didn"t sound any better than it had the first time. He tried another phrase. "You"re immortal," he said.
"That"s right," the little old lady agreed sweetly.
There was only one other question to ask, and Malone set his teeth grimly and asked it. It came out just a trifle indistinct, but the little old lady nodded.
"My real name?" she said. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Tudor, of course. I used to be Queen."
"Of England," Malone said faintly.
"Malone, look--" Boyd began.
"Let me get it all at once," Malone told him. "I"m strong. I can take it." He twisted his hat again and turned back to the little old lady.
"You"re immortal, and you"re not really Miss Thompson, but Queen Elizabeth I?" he said slowly.
"That"s right," she said. "How clever of you. Of course, after little Jimmy--cousin Mary"s boy, I mean--said I was dead and claimed the Throne, I decided to change my name and all. And that"s what I did. But I am Elizabeth Regina." She smiled, and her eyes twinkled merrily.
Malone stared at her for a long minute.
_Burris_, he thought, _is going to love this_.
"Oh, I"m so glad," the little old lady said. "Do you really think he will? Because I"m sure I"ll like your Mr. Burris, too. All of you FBI men are so charming. Just like poor, poor Ess.e.x."
Well, Malone told himself, that was that. He"d found himself a telepath.
And she wasn"t an imbecile.
Oh, no. That would have been simple.
Instead, she was battier than a cathedral spire.
The long silence was broken by the voice of Miss Wilson.
"Mr. Malone," she said, "you"ve been thinking." She stopped. "I mean, you"ve been so quiet."
"I like being quiet," Malone said patiently. "Besides--" He stopped and turned to the little old lady. _Can you really read my mind?_ he thought deliberately. After a second he added: _... your majesty?_
"How sweet of you, Mr. Malone," she said. "n.o.body"s called me that for centuries. But of course I can. Although it"s not reading, really. After all, that would be like asking if I can read your voice. Of course I can, Mr. Malone."
"That does it," Malone said. "I"m not a hard man to convince. And when I see the truth, I"m the first one to admit it, even if it makes me look like a nut." He turned back to the little old lady. "Begging your pardon," he said.
"Oh, my," the little old lady said. "I really don"t mind at all. Sticks and stones, you know, can break my bones. But being called nuts, Mr.
Malone, can never hurt me. After all, it"s been so many years--so many hundreds of years--"
"Sure," Malone said easily.
Boyd broke in. "Listen, Malone," he said, "do you mind telling me what is going on?"
"It"s very simple," Malone said. "Miss Thompson here ... pardon me; I mean Queen Elizabeth I ... really is a telepath. That"s all. I think I want to lie down somewhere until it goes away."
"Until what goes away?" Miss Wilson said.
Malone stared at her almost without seeing her, if not quite.