WATCHERS by Dean R. Koontz

cassette deck reproduces music. That’s an impressive feat of mental association

for a dog, but does it really mean anything else, anything about his past?”

“Oh, I’m sure it does,” Nora said. To Einstein she said, “Did someone in your

past play the violin?”

The dog stared at her.

She said, “Did your previous master have a cassette player like that one?”

The dog stared at her.

She said, “Maybe the violinist in your past used to record his own music on a

cassette system?”

The dog blinked and whined.

“All right,” she said, “is there another picture here that you can associate

with the violin and the tape deck?”

Einstein stared down at the Sony ad for a moment, as if thinking, then walked

into another aisle between two more rows of pictures, this time stopping at a

magazine open to a Blue Cross advertisement that showed a doctor in a white coat

standing at the bedside of a new mother who was holding her baby. Doctor and

mother were all smiles, and the baby looked as serene and innocent as the Christ

child.

Crawling nearer to the dog on her hands and knees, Nora said, “Does that picture

remind you of the family that owned you?”

The dog stared at her.

“Was there a mother, father, and new baby in the family you used to live with?”

The dog stared at her.

Still sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa, Travis said, “Gee,

maybe we’ve got a real case of reincarnation on our hands. Maybe old Einstein

remembers being a doctor, a mother, or a baby in a previous life.”

Nora would not dignify that suggestion with a response.

“A violin-playing baby,” Travis said.

Einstein mewled unhappily.

On her hands and knees in a doglike position, Nora was only two or three feet

from the retriever, virtually face-to-face with him. “All right. This is getting

us nowhere. We’ve got to do more than just have you associate one picture with

another. We’ve got to be able to ask questions about these pictures and somehow

get answers.”

“Give him paper and pen,” Travis said.

“This is serious,” Nora said, impatient with Travis as she had never been with

the dog.

“I know it’s serious,” he said, “but it’s also ridiculous.”

She hung her head for a moment, like a dog suffering in summer heat, then

suddenly looked up at Einstein and said, “How smart are you really, pooch?

You want to prove you’re a genius? You want to have our everlasting admiration

and respect? Then here’s what you have to do: learn to answer my questions with

a simple yes or no.”

The dog watched her closely, expectantly.

“If the answer to my question is yes—wag your tail,” Nora said. “But only if the

answer is yes. While this test is under way, you’ve got to avoid wagging it out

of habit or just because you get excited. Wagging is only for when you want to

say yes. And when you want to say no, you bark once. Just once.”

Travis said, “Two barks mean ‘I’d rather be chasing cats,’ and three barks mean

‘Get me a Budweiser.’ “

“Don’t confuse him,” Nora said sharply.

“Why not? He confuses me.”

The dog did not even glance at Travis. His large brown eyes remained focused

intently on Nora as she explained the wag-for-yes and bark-for-no system again.

“All right,” she said, “let’s try it. Einstein, do you understand the yes-no

signs?”

The retriever wagged his tail five or six times, then stopped.

“Coincidence,” Travis said. “Means nothing.”

Nora hesitated a moment, framing her next question, then said, “Do you know my

name?”

The tail wagged, stopped.

“Is my name . . . Ellen?”

The dog barked. No.

“Is my name . . . Mary?”

One bark. No.

“Is my name . . . Nona?”

The dog rolled his eyes, as if chastising her for trying to trick him. No

wagging. One bark.

“is my name . . . Nora?”

Einstein wagged his tail furiously.

Laughing with delight, Nora crawled forward, sat up, and hugged the retriever.

“I’ll be damned,” Travis said, crawling over to join them.

Nora pointed to the photo on which the retriever still had one paw. “Did you

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