“Oh, yes, they are,” Malone said. “They’re even worse.”
“I’m sure we can find an answer to all your questions,” Her Majesty said.
“Sure,” Malone said. “Even I can find an answer. But it isn’t the right one.”
“You can?” Her Majesty said.
“That’s right,” Malone said. “My answer is: to hell with everything.”
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.”