Malone gaped at her. Of course she knew what he thought about Barbara; she'd been reading his mind. And, apparently, she was on his side. That was good, even though it made him slightly nervous to think about.
"Now," the Queen said suddenly, "what about tonight?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes, of course," the Queen said. She smiled, and put up a hand to pat at her white hair under the Elizabethan skullcap. "I think I should like to go to the Palace," she said. "After all, isn't that where a Queen should be?"
Boyd said, in a kind of explosion: "London? England?"
"Oh, dear me…." the Queen began, and Barbara said:
"I'm afraid that I simply can't allow anything like that. Overseas—"
"I didn't mean overseas, dear," Her Majesty said. "Sir Kenneth, please explain to these people."
The Palace, Malone knew, was more properly known as the Golden Palace.
It was right in Las Vegas—convenient to all sources of money.
As a matter of fact, it was one of the biggest gambling houses along the Las Vegas strip, a veritable chaos of wheels, cards, dice, chips and other such devices. Malone explained all this to the others, wondering meanwhile why Miss Thompson wanted to go there.