human
Mr. Burris, will you please identify me to Dr. Dowson? He looked over at Dowson.
gpt
You recognize Mr. Andrew J. Burris, I suppose?
human
My name is Dowson, he said.
gpt
I'm psychiatric director here at Desert Edge Sanitarium. And your men--
human
My men have orders to take a William Logan from your care,
gpt
That's right, Dowson said.
human
But--
gpt
Sir Kenneth, she whispered in the faintest of voices,
human
I know where your telepathic spy is. And I know _who_ he is.
gpt
Who? Malone said.
human
What? Why? Where?
gpt
He's right there,
human
Not legally responsible, of course....
gpt
The spy?
human
That's right,
gpt
But that's-- He had to fight for control.
human
That's the head of the FBI, he managed to say.
gpt
Do you mean to say he's a spy?
human
Very well, Mr. Burris, Dowson said with an obvious lack of grace.
gpt
I'll release him to Mr. Malone immediately, since you insist.
human
Do you mean to tell me, he said,
gpt
Oh, dear me, Her Majesty said, obviously aghast.
human
My goodness gracious. Is that Mr. Burris on the screen?
gpt
It is, Malone assured her. A look out of the corner of his eye told him that neither Burris, in Washington, nor Dowson or any others in the room, had heard any of the conversation. Malone lowered his whisper some more, just in case.
human
That's the head of the FBI,
gpt
Well, then, Her Majesty said,
human
Mr. Burris couldn't possibly be a spy, then, could he? Not if he's the head of the FBI. Of course not. Mr. Burris simply isn't a spy. He isn't the type. Forget all about Mr. Burris.
gpt
I can't, Malone said at random.
human
I work for him. He closed his eyes. The room, he had discovered, was spinning slightly.
gpt
Now, he said,
human
Certainly I'm sure, she said, with her most regal tones.
gpt
Do you doubt the word of your sovereign?
human
Not exactly,
gpt
Shame on you, she said.
human
You shouldn't even think such things. After all, I am the Queen, aren't I?
gpt
Sure you are, Malone said.
human
But--
gpt
Malone! It was Burris' voice, from the phone. Malone spun around.
human
Take Mr. Logan, Burris said,
gpt
Yes, sir, Malone said.
human
Right away, sir. Anything else?
gpt
That's all, Burris said.
human
Good night.
gpt
All right, doctor, Boyd said. He looked every inch a king, and Malone knew exactly what king.
human
Bring him out.
gpt
Very well, he said heavily.
human
But I want it known that I resent this high-handed treatment, and I shall write a letter complaining of it. He pressed a button on an instrument panel in his desk.
gpt
Bring Mr. Logan in,