Burris shook his head. “If we send Luba Garbitsch along,” he said, “that gives us a good excuse for Her Majesty. As a chaperone.”
“Are you sure,” Malone asked slowly, “that anybody with a name like Luba Garbitsch could plausibly need a chaperone? Even in a den of vice? Because somehow it doesn’t sound right: Luba Garbitsch, chaperoned by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth I.”
“Well,” Burris said, “it won’t be the Queen. I mean, she won’t be known as the Queen.”
“Incognito?” Malone said.
Burris shrugged. “In away,” he said. “What do you think would be a good name for her to travel under?”
Malone considered. “I don’t know,” he said at last. “But no more Lubas.”
“I was thinking,” Burris said carefully. “How about Rose Thompson?”
There was a long silence.
“I don’t know whether she’ll go for the idea,” Malone said. “But I’ll try it.”
“You can do it, Malone,” Burris said instantly. “I know you can. I just know it.”