And nothing, in my judgment, but an act of God, an act of Providence,
is responsible for the unraveling of this terrible crime. I think that
when the glasses that Leopold had not worn for three months, glasses that
he no longer needed, dropped from his pocket at night, the hand of God
was at work in this case. He may not have believed in a God.
But, if he has listened and paid attention and thought as the evidence
was unfolded, he must begin to believe there is a God now.