He glanced away, apparently unable to meet my gaze. "She didn't know," he admitted, "not really. She just had a feeling. A premonition, you might call it." He shrugged once more. "That was good enough for me, Dirk," he said earnestly. "I knew her, you see. I knew what her premonitions were like, if she sensed that something was dangerous . . . well, that was good enough for me," he repeated.