"Dorothy," he said, "maybe nothing can stop him from getting that paper back soon. It may be hours or days. But--would you marry me and make the most of it until...?" She began twisting her fingers together nervously. "I--I don't know what to say," she hesitated. "It seems so wrong in a way. I don't mean wrong. Unfair. That's it. Unfair to--to both of us. Like we were doing this whether we love each other or not. It doesn't give whatever love we could have had a chance." Lin stared at her a moment. "Then let's turn around and go back and give it to him," he said quietly. "Let's--let's--" Suddenly she was in his arms, her face buried in his collar, her body trembling. She lifted her head until her cheek rested against his. Her voice was a whisper in his ear. "Let's--get married." * * * * * "Boy, have you two got it!" Phil Arnoff said. "You get me on the phone and tell me to rush to town, and you can't wait five minutes. What's the matter? Afraid you'll fall out of love if you don't plunge?" "We wouldn't have waited for you to get here," Lin said, "only we have to have a witness, they said when we got the license." He looked pleadingly at Dorothy. "Please, honey. Let's skip the church. You don't _have_ to be married in one do you?" "It's got to be a church," she said. "That's the one thing I've always been certain of." "Why not?" Phil said. "There's a dozen churches that exist on weddings. Don't even have a congregation. Just weddings. One of 'em ought to have a vacant ten minutes today." They found a phone booth and Lin began making calls. The third number was answered by a man with an Irish brogue who blessed them for their eagerness and agreed to perform the ceremony at once. "Hah!" Lin said when he hung up. "We'd have got along without you okay, Phil. Reverend O'Hara said he has a witness on hand all the time for couples like us." "I'll trail along anyway," Phil grinned, "What _is_ the rush though? How long have you two known each other?" "We ran into each other a few days ago," Dorothy said, taking Lin's hand and leading him toward the sidewalk. Phil followed them and noted silently the way they glanced anxiously about when they were out in the open, as though afraid of being seen by someone. Lin flagged a cruising taxi again. The three of them piled into it and Lin gave the address of the church. Phil broke the silence after a few blocks. "I'm being nosey, I know. But you two were obviously looking to see if you were being followed. Why don't you tell old uncle Phil about it? Huh?" "About what?" Lin said, turning innocent eyes on him. "Nothing," Phil said. "Only, sometimes three heads are better than one. If you two, or one of you, is in trouble, maybe I could be of help if I knew what to look out for." "I doubt it," Lin grunted. "In fact, if we told you you wouldn't believe it, so skip it."