to bring the false will and steal the true one. Then when caught, being alarmed, she tore the false will in pieces."
"What does Rohini say?"
"What would she say? She says it was not so."
Gobind Lâl turned towards the defendant. "If not so, how was it, Rohini?" he asked.
Without raising her head Rohini answered through her sobs, "I am in your hands, do with me as you will. I will say nothing more."
"There! you can see what a bad lot she is!" remarked Krishna Kanta.
Gobind Lâl reflected that all in this world are not evil, there may be some good as well as evil persons. Aloud he asked, "What order have you given about her? Are you sending her to the police?"
Krishna. "What have I to do with police courts and police? I am the police court, I am the magistrate, I am the judge. Besides, would it exalt my manhood to send this wretched woman to gaol?"
Gobind. "Then what will you do?"
Krishna. "I'll have her head shaved, butter-milk poured over it, and have her
