"Oh, dear me...." the Queen began, and Barbara said:
"I'm afraid that I simply can't allow anything like that. Overseas--"
"I didn't mean overseas, dear," Her Majesty said. "Sir Kenneth, please
explain to these people."
The Palace, Malone knew, was more properly known as the Golden Palace.
It was right in Las Vegas--convenient to all sources of money.
As a matter of fact, it was one of the biggest gambling houses along
the Las Vegas strip, a veritable chaos of wheels, cards, dice, chips
and other such devices. Malone explained all this to the others,
wondering meanwhile why Miss Thompson wanted to go there.
"Not Miss Thompson, _please_, Sir Kenneth," Her Majesty said.
"Not Miss Thompson what?" Boyd said. "What's going on anyhow?"
"She's reading my mind," Malone said.
"Well, then," Boyd snapped, "tell her to keep it to herself." The car
started up again with a roar and Malone and the others were thrown
around again, this time toward the back. There was a chorus of groans
and squeals, and they were on their way once more.
"To reply to your question, Sir Kenneth," the Queen said.