'When we find Terri,' Garrison began, 'it may well be that-' 'But I don't think I should want you to use it. 'Again, I'm not sure,' said Garrison, the frown back on his face. Finally Garrison turned his lenses on the captain. Garrison felt his blood cool in a moment, forcing an involuntary shiver down his spine. 'And you're right - there was violence in my dream.' 'You're a remarkable and valuable man, Willy Koenig,' said Garrison slowly. '-We also find trouble,' Koenig finished it for him. When the captain went back to his duties and they were alone again, Garrison asked Koenig to sit beside him and said, 'Willy, there's something I still have to tell you.' Well, since first you told me about your dream I have been thinking bad thoughts. Thomas used to say that my prime function was to think bad thoughts before others thought them. Sometimes it lets me down, but not often. 'Richard,' Koenig patted his hand in an almost fatherly manner, 'did Thomas never explain why he employed me? I have this knack, you see - no, not an ESP facility that I'm aware of, just a knack - of sensing trouble before it strikes. But Garrison knew that his friend never left it lying around where idle hands might pick it up. A casual, comfortable sort of stick, time and use had polished it black. An ordinary stick with a crook, the German walked with it in the country and when exercising Suzy, flicked leaves with it, used it to gesture and to point things out. And I notice that you brought it with you.' The stick he mentioned was one that Koenig had used ever since Garrison first knew him. 'Now please, what's the name of the place?' 'I'll decide that,' Garrison answered, his patience wearing thin.
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