"Judge not, and ye shall not ye judged; condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned; forgive, and ye shall be forgiven.... With the same measure that ye mete, withal it shall be measured to you again."
Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven! The words seemed in a mist before Stanley's eyes. Pshaw! What had he to do with forgiveness?
His eyes went again to the Bible:
"With the same measure that ye mete, withal it shall be measured to you again."
He read the words thrice, then placed the note inside the Bible and closed it.
"He's sure to see it, I should think, and won't suspect who put it there," he told himself, as he stepped softly to the corridor.
Scarcely had he reached it when he heard a footstep coming along it.
Looking in the direction whence it came, he saw that it was he of whom he had been thinking—Paul Percival!