Oh, that's about all of us," the Queen said. "There is one more, but
she's in a hospital in Honolulu, and your men won't find her until
tomorrow."

[Illustration: Sir Thomas Boyd ... looking majestic.]

Boyd turned. "Do you mean you can foretell the future, too?" he asked in
a strained voice.

Lady Barbara screamed: "Keep your eyes on the wheel and your hands on
the road!"

"What?" Boyd said.

There was a terrific blast of noise, and a truck went by in the opposite
direction. The driver, a big, ugly man with no hair on his head, leaned
out to curse at the quartet, but his mouth remained open. He stared at
the four Elizabethans and said nothing at all as he whizzed by.

"What was that?" Boyd asked faintly.

"That," Malone snapped, "was a truck. And it was due entirely to the
mercy of God that we didn't hit it. Barbara's right. Keep your eyes on
the wheel and your hands on the road." He paused and thought that over.
Then he said: "Does that mean anything at all?"

"Lady Barbara was confused by the excitement," the Queen said calmly.
"It's all right now, dear."

Lady Barbara blinked across the seat. "I was--afraid," she said.

"It's all right," the Queen said. "I'll take care of you."

"This," Malone announced to no one in particular, "is ridiculous."

* * * * *

Boyd swept the car around a curve and concentrated grimly on the road.
After a second the Queen said: "Since you're still thinking about the
question, I'll answer you."

"What question?" Malone said, thoroughly baffled.

"Sir Thomas asked me if I could foretell the future," the Queen said
equably. "Of course I can't. That's silly. Just because I'm immortal and
I'm a telepath, don't go hog-wild."

"Then how did you know the FBI agents were going to find the girl in
Honolulu tomorrow?" Boyd said.

"Because," the Queen said, "they're thinking about looking in the
hospital tomorrow, and when they look they'll certainly find her."

Boyd said: "Oh," and was silent.

But Malone had a grim question. "Why didn't you tell me about these
other telepaths before?" he said. "You could have saved us a lot of
work."

"Oh, heavens to Betsy, Sir Kenneth," Her Majesty exclaimed. "How could
I? After all, the proper precautions had to be taken first, didn't they?
I told you all the others were crazy--_really_ crazy, I mean. And they
just wouldn't be safe without the proper precautions."

"Perhaps you ought to go back to the hos