CRONUS OF THE D. F. C.
BY LLOYD BIGGLE, JR.
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?"
I nodded, and dumped my bag beside the desk.
"Captain Marks is waiting for you," he said and jerked his head toward a door to the rear.