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.”
“Everything?” she said.
“We don’t know what might be useful,” Malone said. “Anything you can find. And if you want any questions asked—if there’s anything you think I ought to ask the men, or say to them—there’s a non-vision phone in the observation room. Just lift the receiver. That automatically rings the one in the interrogation room and I’ll pick it up. Understand?”
“Perfectly, Sir Kenneth,” she said.
“Okay, then,” Malone said. “Let’s go.” They headed for the door. Malone stopped as he opened it. “And by the way,” he said.