“The one thing we had to worry about,” Malone said, pouring some more champagne into the two hollow-stemmed glasses, “was whether it was possible to give them just enough synthecaine. Too little, and they’d still be able to teleport. Too much, and they’d be too groggy.”

Dorothea relaxed in her chair and looked around at the hotel room walls with contentment. She looked like the proverbial cat who has swallowed the cream. “It looked to me as if it worked,” she said. “Mike seemed pretty normal except that he had that awful trapped feeling.”

Malone handed her one of the filled glasses with an air. He was beginning slowly to feel less like the nervous, uncertain Kenneth J. Malone, and more and more like Sir Kenneth Malone. “I can see why he felt trapped,” he said. “If a guy’s been unhampered by four walls all the time, even only for a year or so, he’s certainly going to feel penned in when he loses the ability to get through them. It might be just a little claustrophobic.” He grinned, proud of himself. “Claustrophobic,” he said again. “My tongue and palate are in excellent condition.”

“The main thing is,” Dorothea said, “that everybody’s so happy. Commissioner Fernack, even with Mr. Burris promising to give him a medal.”

“And Lynch,” Malone said reflectively. “He’ll get a promotion out of this for sure. And good old Kettleman.”

“Kettleman?” Dorothea said. “Oh, the funny fat man. He’s some kind of social worker or something.”

“And now he’s getting a scroll from the FBI,” Malone said. “A citation for coming up with the essential clue in this case. Even though he didn’t know it was the essential clue. You know,” he added reflectively, “one thing puzzles me about that man.”

“Yes?”

“Well,” Malone said, “he worked in your neighborhood. You knew him.”

“Of course I did,” Dorothea said. “We all knew Kettleman.”

“He said he had a lot of success as a social worker,” Malone said. “Now, I’ve met him. And talked with him. And I just can’t picture ”

“Oh,” Dorothea said. “We keep him around kept him around, I mean as a sort of joke. A pet, or a mascot. Of course, he never did catch on. I don’t suppose he has yet.”

Malone laughed. “Nope,” he said. “He hasn’t.”

“And even your friend is happy,” Dorothea said.

“Boyd?” Malone said. “Sure. He called his blonde and she was just thrilled at the adventures of an FBI agent, and he’s with her now.”

“You sound jealous,” Dorothea said.

“The hell I am,” Malone said, and proceeded to prove his point. Some minutes later they relaxed.

“Mike,” Dorothea said. “What?”

“Mike,” she said. “He’s probably the happiest of all. After Mom and I talked to him for a while, anyhow, and he began to lose that that trapped feeling. Now he’s all excited about being an FBI man.” She looked worriedly at Malone for a second. “You weren’t kidding about that, were you?” she said.

She looked very pretty when she was worried. Malone leaned over and kissed her with great care. After a second, the kiss seemed to gain momentum on its own, and all restraint went by the wayside. A long time passed.

Then, as Malone pulled away and began to recover his breath, he said weakly, “You were saying?”

“Was I?” Dorothea said. “Oh, yes. I was. About Mike being an FBI man.”

“Oh,” Malone said. “Well, normally you’ve got to be a lawyer or an accountant, but there are a few special cases. And maybe Mike would fit into the special-case bracket. If he doesn’t well, he’ll be doing some sort of official work for the Government. You can be sure of that.”

“That woman in the costume the one you call Your Majesty certainly threw a scare into the boys,” Dorothea said.

“Well,” Malone said, “we had to prove one thing to them. We can pick them up at any time. You see, they’ve got to think about where they’re teleporting, and as soon as they do that one of our telepaths like the Queen will know where they’re going to be. And we can crack down.”

“That’s what she said,” Dorothea said.

“Right,” Malone said. “After all, we did them quite a favor getting them out of all the trouble they’d gotten themselves into. If they try to ”

“That reminds me, Ken,” Dorothea said. “All the things that were stolen. The liquor and all of that, Money. What’s going to happen to that?”

“Well,” Malone said, “everything that can be returned and that includes most of the liquor, because they hadn’t had a chance to get rid of it to the bootleggers around this area will be returned. What can’t be returned money, stuff that they’ve used, broken, or sold well, I don’t exactly know about that. It might take a special act of Congress,” he said brightly.

“All for the boys?” Dorothea said.

“Well, they’ll be at Yucca Flats, and they’ll be pretty useful,” Malone said. “And, as I was saying, if they try to run away from Yucca Flats, we’ll just have to keep them drugged all the time, little as we want to. They can be of some use that way, too. The Government isn’t doing all this for nothing.”

“But keeping them drugged ”

“I said we didn’t want to do it. And I don’t think we’ll have to. They’ll be well taken care of, don’t worry. Some of the best psychiatrists and doctors are out there. And Mike and the others if they can show they’re trustworthy can come home every weekend, or even every night if they can teleport that far.” Malone paused. “But it isn’t charity,” he added. “We need people with specialized psionic abilities and, for a variety of reasons, they’re pretty hard to find.”

“You know,” Dorothea said, “you’re pretty wonderful, Mr. Malone.”

Malone didn’t answer her. He just kissed her again, not caring particularly whether or not the kiss went wild.

Dorothea pushed him gently away. “I’m envious,” she announced. “Everybody gets a reward but me. Do I get left out just because I swiped your notebook?”

Malone kissed her again. “What kind of a reward do you want?” he asked.

She sighed. “Oh, well,” she said. “I suppose this is good enough.”

“Good enough?” Malone said. “Just good enough?”

His lips met hers for the fifth time. She reached one hand gently out to the light switch and pushed it.

The lights went out.