"She's nuts, then," Dorothea said. "She is nuts, isn't she? Because if she isn't, I am."
"You're not crazy," Malone told her diplomatically. "But she—" He stopped. How could he explain everything, in front of the Queen herself?
"Don't worry about it," Her Majesty said. "Dorothea is a little confused—but it hardly matters. Perhaps there are other things to do."
"Sure," Malone said uncertainly. "By the way, how did you get here?"
"Now, why do you ask that?" the Queen said. "You've already figured it all out, Sir Kenneth."
"I don't get it," Dorothea put in.
"Simple," Malone said. "She's telepathic. She's been listening in on our sessions for the past four days—she must have been. So now she can teleport, too."
Dorothea looked at the little old lady in awe. "But how could you come to a place you'd never been to before?"
"I got all the information I needed, my dear, out of Sir Kenneth's mind."