"Don't hurry about it," Kane advised. "Let him sweat in the dark for a few days with his desk wrapped around his neck. It will do him good." "We are a kind and harmless race, we could never do anything like that." "Kind? I believe you. But harmless? You made monkeys out of Vogar's choicest fighting men." "Please do not use such an uncouth expression. I was only the humble instrument of a greater Power. I only ... ah ... encouraged the natural affection between man and maid, the love that God intended them to have." "But did you practice your Golden Rule? You saw to it that fifty young men were forced to associate day after day with hundreds of almost-naked girls. Would you really have wanted the same thing done to you if you had been in their place?" "Would I?" There was a gleam in the old eyes that did not seem to come from the brightness of the dawn. "I, too, was once young, my son--what do _you_ think?" * * * * * End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Helpful Hand of God, by Tom Godwin