_She was wonderful and Forsdon was in love.
But he'd seen the future and knew that in
five days she was slated for murder!_
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, February 1957.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
A bright, sunny day in May, and a new job for me. I found the room in
the basement of police headquarters--a big room, with freshly stenciled
letters D F C on the door, and an unholy conglomeration of tubes, wires
and dials bulking large in one corner.
A bright young police cadet sat at a desk in the center of the room.
"Are you Mr. Forsdon?"