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      Burris looked puzzled. "What?" he said.

      "Because of all the confusion," Malone said. "Frankly, I can't trust the CIA, or any other branch of the government. I've got to see for myself."

      Burris considered this for a second. "It's going to look very peculiar," he said.

      Malone shrugged. "Everything looks peculiar," he said. "A little more won't hurt anything. And if I do turn up anything we can use, the whole trip will be worth it."

      "But sending an FBI man along with Brubitsch, Borbitsch and Garbitsch is a little strange," Burris said. "Not to mention Her Majesty."

      "There is that," Malone said. "I wonder what our Red friends are going to think of the Queen."

      "God knows," Burris said. "If they take her seriously, they're liable to call her some sort of capitalist deviationist."

      "And if they don't take her seriously?" Malone said.

      "Then they're going to wonder why she's pretending to be a capitalist deviationist," Burris said.

      Malone flicked his cigarette at an ashtray. "You can't win," he said.

      "Frankly," Burris said, "I wouldn't allow Her Majesty to go along under any circumstances--except that there is an excuse for having an older woman around."

      "There is?" Malone said.

      Burris nodded. "As a chaperone," he said.

      "Now, wait a minute," Malone said. "Brubitsch, Borbitsch and what's-his-name don't need a chaperone."

      "I didn't say it was for them," Burris said.

      "Me?" Malone asked in a tone of absolute wonder. "Now, Chief, I don't need a chaperone. I'm a grown man. I know my way around. And the idea of having Her Majesty along to chaperone me is going to make everything look even stranger. After all, Chief--"

      "Malone," Burris said, in a voice of steel.

      "Sorry," Malone mumbled. "But, really, I'm not some young, innocent girl in a Victorian novel."

      "No," Burris said, a trifle sadly, "you're not. But there is one going along on the trip with the rest of you."

      "There is?" Malone said. "Who is she? Rebecca?"

      "Her name's Luba," Burris said. "Luba Garbitsch."

      "Garbitsch's wife?" Malone said.

      Burris shook his head. "His daughter," he said. "And don't tell me there isn't any such name as Luba. I know there isn't. But what would you pick to go with Garbitsch?"

      "Wastepaper basket," Malone said instantly. "Grapefruit rinds. Lemon peels. Coffee grounds."

      "Damn it, Malone," Burris said, "this is serious."

      "Well," Malone said, "it doesn't sound serious. What are we doing, deporting the entire family?"

      "I suppose we could," Burris said, "if we really wanted to get complicated about it. What with Garbitsch's false declaration, I haven't the faintest idea what his daughter's status would be--but she was born here, Malone, and as far as we can tell she's perfectly loyal to the United States."

      "Fine," Malone said. "So you're sending her to Russia. This is making less and less sense, you know."

      Burris rubbed a hand over his face. "Malone," he said in a quiet, patient voice, "why don't you wait for me to finish? Then everything will make sense. I promise."

      "Well, all right," Malone said doubtfully. "Luba Garbitsch is going along to Russia, in spite of the fact that she's perfectly loyal."

      "True," Burris said. "You see, Malone, she loves her traitorous old daddy just the same. Family affection. Very touching."

      "And if he's going to Moscow--"

      "She wants to go along," Burris said. "That's right."

      "And you're going to send her along," Malone said, "out of the goodness of your kindly old heart. Just like Santa Claus. Or the Easter bunny."

      Burris looked acutely uncomfortable. "Now, Malone," he said. "It's not exactly that, and you know it."

      "It isn't?" Malone said, trying to look surprised.

      Burris shook his head. "If we send Luba Garbitsch along," he said, "that gives us a good excuse for Her Majesty. As a chaperone."

      "Are you sure," Malone asked slowly, "that anybody with a name like Luba Garbitsch could plausibly need a chaperone? Even in a den of vice? Because somehow it doesn't sound right: Luba Garbitsch, chaperoned by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth I."

      "Well," Burris said, "it won't be the Queen. I mean, she won't be known as the Queen."

      "Incognito?" Malone said.

      Burris shrugged. "In away," he said. "What do you think would be a good name for her to travel under?"

      Malone considered. "I don't know," he said at last. "But no more Lubas."

      "I was thinking," Burris said carefully. "How about Rose Thompson?"

      There was a long silence.

      "I don't know whether she'll go for the idea," Malone said. "But I'll try it."

      "You can do it, Malone," Burris said instantly. "I know you can. I just know it."

      "Your faith," Malone said with a sigh, "is going to be too much for me one of these days."

      Burris shrugged. "Just take it easy, Malone," he said. "You said you wanted to have Her Majesty over there to read a few minds, and you've got her. But remember, don't get involved in anything complicated. Don't start any fireworks."

      "I hope not," Malone said.

      "Stay out of political arguments," Burris said.

      Malone blinked. "What do you think I'm going to do?" he said. "Bring along a soapbox?"

      "You never know," Burris said. "Just keep quiet, and don't go prowling around where you're not wanted."

      "That," Malone said decisively, "would keep me out of Russia entirely."

      "Damn it," Burris said, "you know what I mean. We don't want any international incidents, understand?"

      "Yes, sir," Malone said.

      Burris nodded. "All right, then," he said. "Your plane leaves from the airport in an hour. You'd better go and talk to Her Majesty first."

      "Right," Malone said.

      "And I hope you know what you're doing," Burris said.

      So do I, Malone thought privately. Aloud, he said, "I just want to get the feel of things over there, that's all, sir. I won't cause any more trouble than an ordinary tourist."

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