"So it is trouble," Phil murmured. "I thought so." He grunted. "Count me in on it. What is it. Bank robbery?" "Worse than that," Dorothy said. "But let's forget it. I want to relish every minute of my wedding." "Just like a woman," Phil said, lifting his eyes upward. "_My_ wedding, she says." The taxi chose that moment to pull to the curb and stop. Outside was a small and picturesque church. "Go on in and get things started," Phil said. "I'll pay the driver." "Tell him to wait," Lin said. "This shouldn't take more than ten minutes." He took Dorothy by the hand and led her toward the entrance. Phil grinned at the taxi driver and shrugged. * * * * * "As best man I get to kiss the bride first," Phil said fifteen minutes later. Lin jumped, startled. "Huh uh!" he exclaimed. "I've never kissed her yet myself!" He put his arms around her and kissed her lingeringly. She pulled away from his embrace finally, one hand trying to keep her hat on her head, murmuring, "It's about time!" But the bright lights in her eyes said that it was worth waiting for. "Bless you, my children," the minister said, smiling. "Oh yes, how much do I owe you?" Lin said. Realizing his mistake he hurriedly took out his billfold and handed the man a twenty dollar bill. He turned to Dorothy, not waiting for the thanks he expected. Phil correctly interpreted the minister's dismayed look and slipped him another ten. "He doesn't realize the overhead ate that up," he whispered. "He doesn't get married very often." "Oh, I see," Reverend O'Hara whispered. Phil hurried after Lin and Dorothy, catching up with them just outside the front entrance. "Now," he said grimly as they got into the taxi again, "you want to be alone. My price for leaving you alone is for us to go somewhere first and have a drink or two--which you would anyway--and listen while you tell me what's behind all this rush." He looked sidelong at Dorothy and chuckled. "Surely it wasn't a race with the stork! Or is the hospital our next stop?" "Of course not!" Dorothy said indignantly. "We just came from there this morning." "Then this was...?" Phil said, half seriously. "Not what you think," Lin said. "There's the Shangri-La ahead. We can have a couple of drinks there and something to eat. And we'll tell you all about it, though you won't believe a word." * * * * * It was almost two hours later. And four drinks later. "So you see why," Lin was saying while Phil stared at them with round eyes, "we don't know how long we have. Maybe--" He looked anxiously toward the gloom of the entrance across the room. "He could walk in during the next minute. I can't see why he doesn't. I _know_ he knows where we are. I feel it." "And you have this paper taped to your side under your shirt?" Phil said. "Let me see it." "No!" Dorothy said.