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СКАЧАТЬ "That's all over with, thank God," she said. "We had to get our agent out of Miami Beach, and cover his tracks at the same time."

      "Tricky," Malone said.

      "Very," Lou said.

      "But--" Malone blinked. "Wait a minute," he said. "Your agent? You mean you had Governor Flarion killed?"

      Lou nodded soberly. "We had to," she said. "That paranoid mind of his had built up a shield we simply couldn't get through. He had plans for making himself president, you know--and all the terrifying potentialities of an embryonic Hitler." She grimaced. "We don't like being forced to kill," she said, "but sometimes we've got to."

      Malone thought of his own .44 Magnum, and the times he had used it, and nodded very slowly.

      "There are still a couple of questions, though," he said. "For instance, there's that trip to Russia. Why did you make it? Was it your father?"

      "Of course it was," Lou said. "We had to get him back in and make sure he was safe."

      "You mean that Vasili Garbitsch is a PSR member?" Malone said, stunned.

      "Well, really," Lou said. "Did you think my father would really be a spy? We had to get him back to Russia; he was needed for work in the Kremlin. That's why we nudged Boyd into making the arrest."

      "And the others?" Malone said. "Brubitsch and Borbitsch?"

      "Real spies," Lou said. "Bad ones, but real. Any more questions?"

      "Some," Malone said. "Were you kidding about that drink in Moscow?"

      She shook her head. "I wish I had been," she said. "But I was concentrating on Petkoff, who didn't know a thing about the drugged drink. I didn't catch anything else until after I'd swallowed it. And then it was too late."

      "Good old Petkoff," Malone said. "Always helpful. But he was right about one thing, anyway."

      "What?" Lou said.

      "The FBI," Malone said. "He told us it was a secret police organization. And, by God, in a way it is!"

      Lou grinned. Malone started to laugh outright. They found themselves very close and the laughter stopped, and there was some more time without words. When Malone broke free, he had a suddenly sobered expression on his face.

      "Hey," he said. "What about Tom Boyd? He knows a lot but he hasn't got any talents, as far as I know, and--"

      "He'll be all right," Lou said. "Andrew and the others have thought of that."

      "But he knows an awful lot about the evidence I dug up."

      "Andrew will give him a cover-up explanation they're working out," Lou said. "That will convince Boyd there's nothing more to worry about. Of course, we may have to change his mind about a few things, but we can do that, probably through you, since you know him best. There's nothing for you to worry over, Ken. Nothing at all."

      "Good," Malone said. He leaned over and kissed her. "Because I'm not in the least worried."

      Lou sighed deeply, looking off into space.

      "Luba Malone," she said. "It sounds nice. And, after all, my mother was Irish. At least it sounds better than Garbitsch."

      "What doesn't?" Malone said automatically. Then he blinked. "Hey, I'm Malone!" he said. "How could you be Malone?"

      "Me?" Lou said. She caroled happily. "I'm Malone because I love you, love you with all my heart."

      "That," Malone said, "does it. A woman after my own heart."

      Lou made a low curtsy.

      "And a woman of grace and breeding," Malone said. "Eftsoons, if that means anything."

      "You know," Lou said, "I like you even better when you're being Sir Kenneth. Especially when you're talking to yourself."

      "My innate gallantry and all my good qualities come out," Malone said.

      "Yes," Lou said. "Indeed they do. All over the place. It's nice to go back to Elizabethan times, anyhow, in the middle of all these troubles."

      "Oh, I don't know," Malone said. "There's always been trouble. In the Middle Ages, it was witches. In the Seventeenth Century, it was demons. In the Nineteenth it was revolutions. In--"

      Lou cut him off with a kiss. When she broke away Malone raised his eyebrows.

      "I prithee," he said, "interrupt me not. I am developing a scheme of philosophy. There have always been troubles. In the 1890's there was a Depression and panic, and the Spanish-American War--"

      "All right, Sirrah," Lou said. "And then what?"

      "Let's see," Malone said, reverting to 1973 for a second. "In 1903 there was the airplane, and troubles abroad."

      "Yes?" Lou said. "Do go on, Sirrah. Your liege awaits your slightest word."

      "Hmm," Malone said.

      "That, Milord, was a very slight word indeed," Lou said. "What's after 1903?"

      Malone smiled and went back to the days of the First Elizabeth happily.

      "In 1914, it was enemy aliens," said Sir Kenneth Malone.

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       Chapter 1

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       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

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