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      Chapter 9

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      Lou didn't wake up until the plane was dropping toward the Washington airfield, and when she did awaken it was as if she had merely come out of an especially deep sleep. Malone was standing over her, which was far from a coincidence; he had been waiting and watching virtually every minute since takeoff.

      During his brief periods of rest, Her Majesty had taken over, and she was now peacefully asleep at the back of the plane, looking a little more careworn, but just as regal as ever. She looked to Malone as if she had weathered a small revolution against her rule, but had managed to persuade the populace (by passing out cookies to the children, probably) that all was, in the last analysis, for the best in this best of all possible worlds. She looked, he thought, absolutely wonderful.

      So did Lou. She blinked her eyes open and moved one hand at her side, and then she came fully awake. "Well," she said. "And a bright hello to you, Sleuth. If it's not being too banal, where am I?"

      "It is," Malone said, "but you're in an airplane, coming into Washington. We ought to be there in a few minutes."

      Lou shook her head slowly from side to side. "I have never heard any news that sounded better in my entire life," she said. "How long ago did we leave Moscow?"

      "Our trip to Beautiful Moskva," Malone said, "ended right after they tried to get you to the hospital, by giving you a drugged drink. Do you remember that?"

      "I remember it, all right," she said. "I'm never going to forget that moment."

      "How do you feel?" Malone said.

      "Fine," Lou said. "And how are you?"

      "Me?" Malone said. "I'm all right. I've been all right. Don't worry about me."

      "Well, one never knows," Lou said. "With your cold and all."

      "I think that's better," Malone said hastily. "But you're sure you feel fine?"

      Lou nodded. "A little tired, maybe, but that's all." She paused. "I remember Miss Thompson taking me to the ladies' room. I got pretty sick. But from there on, I'm not sure what happened."

      "I came in," Malone said, "and got you out."

      "How brave!" Lou said.

      "Not very," Malone said casually. "After all, what could happen to me in a ladies' room?"

      "You'd be surprised," Lou murmured. "And you came and got me, and took me to the plane and all. And I--" She hesitated, and for a second she looked very small and wistful. "Do you--do you think they'll do anything to Dad?" she said.

      "I don't see why," Malone said confidently. "After all, the only thing he did wrong was to get caught, and that's an occupational risk if you're in the spy business. Lots of people get caught. Happens all the time. Don't worry about it."

      "I--all right," she said. "I won't, then."

      "Good," Malone said. He fished in his pocket. "I've got some pills here," he said, "in case you have a headache. The doctor said I could give them to you if you had a headache, but otherwise I should just forget about them."

      Lou smiled. "I think you'd better just forget about them," she said.

      Malone's hand came out of his pocket empty. "I just want to make sure you're okay," he said. "Probably very silly. Of course you're okay."

      "Of course I am," she said. "But I don't think you're silly." She smiled again, a very warm smile. Malone took a deep breath and discovered that he hadn't been breathing at all regularly for several minutes. Lou's smile increased a trifle in intensity and he stopped breathing all over again. "All things considered," she said, "I think you're pretty wonderful, Ken."

      Malone's voice sounded to him as if it were coming from a great distance. He wondered if the strange feeling in his stomach were the pangs of love, or the descent of the plane. Then he realized that he didn't care. "Well, well," he said airily. "Well, well, well. Frankly, Lou, I'm inclined to agree with you. Though I'm not sure about the qualification."

      "Fine thing," she said. "Tell a man he's wonderful and he just nods his head as if he knew it all along."

      Malone swallowed hard. "Maybe I did," he said. "And how did you come to this startling conclusion?"

      It was Lou who broke the light mood of their speech first. "Look, Ken," she said seriously, "I'm the daughter of an enemy spy. You know that. You're an FBI agent."

      "So what?" he said.

      "So," she said, "you don't treat me like the daughter of a spy. You treat me just like anybody else."

      "I do not," Malone said instantly.

      "All right," she said, and shrugged. "But I'm sure none of this is in the FBI manual for daughters of convicted spies."

      "Now, you look," Malone said. "Just what do you think this is? The McCarthy era? Any way I treat you, it has nothing to do with your father. He's a spy, and we caught him and we sent him back to Moscow. That's our job. But all this about the sins of the fathers being visited on the heads of the children, even unto the seventh generation--this is just plain silly. You're you; you're not your father. You haven't done anything--why should I treat you as if you have?"

      "How do you know I'm not a spy, too?" she said.

      "Because," Malone said flatly, "I know."

      "Really?" she said softly. "Do you really?"

      Malone opened his mouth, shut it and then started again. "Strictly speaking," he said carefully, "I don't know. But we're in the United States now, where a person is considered innocent until proven guilty."

      "And that," Lou said, "is all you're going on, I suppose."

      "Not all," Malone said.

      "I didn't think so," Lou said, still smiling.

      "Don't ask me how," Malone said, "but we're pretty sure you knew nothing about your father's activities. Forget it."

      Lou looked suddenly slightly disappointed. Malone wondered why. Of course, there was one more reason, and maybe she'd thought of СКАЧАТЬ