"Yes," he answered between his teeth, and then he covered his face with his hands. "God knows I did my best to prevent this bloodshed—I would have laid down my life to prevent it."
"God does know it."
"Take this."
He drew something from his breast-pocket and put it into her hands.
It was the revolver.
"I cannot trust myself any longer."
"You haven't used it?"
"No."
"Thank God!"
"I should have done so if I could have met the man face to face."