"Doing what?"
"Calling me that name."
"Oh," Malone said. "Make it Dorothy. Dorothy what?" He blinked. "I mean, I know you"ve got a last name. Dorothy Something. Only it probably isn"t Something. What is it?"
"Francis," she said obligingly. "Dorothy Francis. My middle name is Something, in case you ever want to call me by my middle name. Just yell, "Hey, Something," and I"ll come a-running. Unless I have something else to do. In which case everything will be very simple: I won"t come."
"Ah," Malone said doubtfully. "And what do--"
"What do I do?" she said. "A standard question. Number two of a series. I do modeling. Photographic modeling. And that"s not all; I also do commercials on 3-D. If I look familiar to you, it"s probably because you"ve seen me on 3-D. Do I look familiar to you?"
"I never watch 3-D," Malone said, crestfallen.
"Fine," Dorothy said unexpectedly. "You have excellent taste."
"Well," Malone said, "it"s just that I never seem to get the time--"
"Don"t apologize for it," Dorothy said. "I have to appear on it, but I don"t have to like it. And now that I"ve answered your questions, how about answering some of mine."
"Gladly," Malone said. "The inmost secrets of the FBI are yours for the asking."
"Hmm," Dorothy said slowly. "What do you do as an FBI agent, anyhow?
Dig up spies?"
"Oh, no," Malone said. "We"ve got enough trouble with the live ones.
We don"t go around digging anybody up. Believe me." He paused, feeling dimly that the conversation was beginning to get out of control. "Have I told you that you are the most beautiful woman I"ve ever met?" he said at last.
"No," Dorothy said. "Not yet, anyway. But I was expecting it."
"You were?" Malone said, disappointed.
"Certainly," Dorothy said. "You"ve been drinking. As a matter of fact, you"ve managed to get quite a head start."
Malone hung his head guiltily. "True," he said in a low voice. "Too true. Much too true."
Dorothy nodded, downed her drink and waved to the bartender. "Wally, bring me a double this time."
"A double?"
"Sure," Dorothy said. "I"ve got to do some fast catching-up on Mr.
Malone here."
"Call me Ken," Malone muttered.
"Don"t be silly," Dorothy told him. "Wally hardly knows you. He"ll call you Mr. Malone and like it."
The bartender went away, and Malone sat on his stool and thought busily for a minute. At last he said, "If you really want to catch up with me..."
"Yes?" Dorothy said.
"Better have a triple," Malone muttered.
Dorothy"s eyebrows rose slightly.
"Because I intend to have another one," Malone added. "And even then you"ll be just a little behind."
"That sounds sort of sad, in a way," Dorothy said. "Just a little behind. Tell me, is that a compliment or an insult?"
"Both," Malone said instantly. "And an observation, too."
Dorothy nodded. "I can see why you"re a Federal cop," she said.
"Really?" Malone said. "I didn"t know it showed. Why?"
"You"re good at observing," she said. "Like this morning, for instance."
"Ah," Malone said. He searched in his mind for a quotation and found it. "If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee," he said triumphantly.
"Sounds sort of grisly," Dorothy said.
Malone shrugged. "I can"t help it," he said. "That"s what it says."
"Well?" Dorothy said. "Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Pluck your eye out and cast it from you?"
"Didn"t have to," Malone said. "Mine eye did not offend me." He blinked and added, "Far from it."
"I guess we"ll just have to leave it unplucked," Dorothy said sadly.
"It didn"t offend me, either."
"Good," Malone said, and the bartender brought drinks.
Malone picked his up and held it in the air. "I propose a toast," he said.
Dorothy picked up her gla.s.s. "A toast?"
"An old German toast, as a matter of fact," Malone said.
He fell silent. After a few seconds Dorothy said, "Well? Go ahead."
_"Zwieback!"_ Malone said, bowed carefully to Dorothy and drained his gla.s.s with a flourish.
7
It started a million years ago.