Malone's Washington offices didn't look any different. He sighed and put the two big packages from the Psychical Research Society down on his desk, and then turned to Her Majesty.
"I wanted you to teleport along with me," he said, "because I need your help."
"Yes," she said. "I know."
He blinked. "Oh. Sure you do. But let me go over the details."
Her Majesty waved a gracious hand. "If you like, Sir Kenneth," she said.
Malone nodded. "We're going on down to Interrogation Room 7 now," he said. "Next door to it, there's an observation room, with a one-way panel in the wall. You'll be able to see us, but we won't be able to see you."
"I really don't require an observation panel," Her Majesty said. "If I enter your mind, I can see through your eyes—"
"Oh, sure," Malone said. "But the observation room was built for more normal people—saving your presence, Your Majesty."
"Of course," she said.
"Now," Malone went on, "I want you to watch all three of the men we're going to bring in, and dig everything you can out of their minds."