“What is that supposed to mean?” Boyd said.
“How should I know?” Malone said. “I’m too busy to go around and around like this. But since you’ve picked the spies up, I suppose it won’t do any harm to find out if they know anything.”
Boyd snorted again. “Thank you,” he said, “for your kind permission.”
“I’ll be right down,” Malone said.
“I’ll be waiting,” Boyd said. “In Interrogation Room 7. You’ll recognize me by the bullet hole in my forehead and the strange South American poison, hitherto unknown to science, in my esophagus.”
“Very funny,” Malone said. “Don’t give up the ship.”
Boyd switched off without a word. Malone shrugged at the blank screen and pushed his own switch. Then he turned slowly back to Her Majesty, who was standing, waiting patiently, at the opposite side of the desk. Interference, he thought, located around him....
“Why yes,” she said. “That’s exactly what I did say.”
Malone blinked. “Your Majesty,” he said, “would you mind terribly if I asked you questions before you answered them? I know you can see them in my mind, but it’s simpler for me to do things the normal way, just now.”
“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. “I do agree that matters are confused enough already. Please go on.”