While they were talking, Queen Elizabeth I sidled quietly up to Malone and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sir Kenneth," she whispered in the faintest of voices, "I know where your telepathic spy is. And I know who he is."
"Who?" Malone said. "What? Why? Where?" He blinked and whirled. It couldn't be true. They couldn't solve the case so easily.
But the Queen's face was full of a majestic assurance. "He's right there," she said, and she pointed.
Malone followed her finger.
It was aimed directly at the glowing image of Andrew J. Burris,
Director of the FBI.
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Malone opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Not even air.
He wasn't breathing.
He stared at Burris for a long moment, then took a breath and looked again at Her Majesty. "The spy?" he whispered.