by Max Brand
He said: “I want to gather my words, Taxi, so that I can try to thank you. Not to thank you, but to tell you a few of the things that this means. But where’s Jim Silver?”
“Hush!” said Taxi. “Don’t call him. Don’t trouble him. Don’t even look at him!”
In spite of that, Wilbur looked, and saw at the rear corner of the big room, half lost behind the forest of bronze-gilt steel bars, big Jim Silver and the girl standing face to face, she with her head thrown back, looking up with something more than a smile on her face.
“What does it mean?” whispered Wilbur.
“Don’t ask. Don’t think. Hold your breath!” whispered Taxi.
Then they saw Silver bend far over and lift the girl’s hand and kiss it.
And it did not seem like fancy manners, either.
THE END