"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."
"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.