John stood up. 'Well, I'll run along back now and get some breakfast, I guess.'
Sidney followed John out to his car, close like a dog.
'Good-bye,' he said, and took one of John Sheldon's hands in both his. He wrung it hard. 'And thanks. I'll never forget it. Thanks, old man.' And he grasped hold of his arm.
'Say, Sid, you act drunk,' laughed John Sheldon, and shook him off. 'You go on in and get some sleep.'
Sidney Miller watched the old gray Cadillac out of sight. He wasn't a religious man, nor a sentimental one usually, but say, God bless men like John Sheldon. God bless men who can drop in in the morning before breakfast, and turn hell into heaven for you, with a simple 'I know.'
'Well,' asked Charlotte, ten minutes later, as John appeared on the threshold, 'was it necessary?'
John Sheldon shrugged.
'Oh, I don't suppose so,' he said.
