“I can't tell you.”
“But why?”
There was no answer.
“Why not give me the name of the scoundrel who took—— I mean attempted to take your life?”
Then in a voice that was hardly audible, with his head thrown back and his eyes on the ceiling, John said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do!”
It was useless to go further. Glory saw the four men to the door.
“You must keep him quiet,” said the doctor. “Not that anything can save him, but he is a man of stubborn will.”
And the police magistrate said, “It may be all very fine to forgive your enemies, but everybody has his duty to society, as well as to himself.”
“Yes, yes,” said Glory, “the world has no room for greater hearts than its own.”
The police magistrate looked at her in bewilderment. “Just so,” he said, and disappeared.