"No one in New York would stare at you," the Queen said. "They'd think it was what they call an advertising stunt."
"Anyhow," Malone said, "I wasn't wearing court clothing. So that made it easy for her to steal the notebook. But why, for God's sake? Why?"
"Because," the Queen said, "she needed it."
"Needed it?" Malone shrieked.
"Please, Sir Kenneth," the Queen said. "Don't talk to your Sovereign in that manner. And I do wish you'd stop thinking of that girl as Dorothy Francis. She isn't at all, you know."
"No," Malone said. "I don't know. If she isn't Dorothy Francis, who in hell is she?"
"Don't swear, Sir Kenneth," the Queen said. "She's Dorothea Francisca
Fueyo, if you want to know."
Malone gulped. "Then she's—"
"That's right," the Queen said. "She's little Miguel Fueyo's older sister."
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