Whose morals?

A man lay dying on the road.

Two yards away from him stood a man pointing a gun at the doctor.



By the dying man's side a priest knelt and prayed.


...



The man died; the one holding the gun dropped it, and walked away.

The crowd stood, silent and parted.

...
"I was furious, of course. I'd received a call and had rushed out. I daresay I reached there in time too. The poor chap was still breathing, at any rate. Something could have been done!But, no! Like some self-appointed God, he held me away with his gun. 'He needs God', he told me. Bah! like God could have saved him. Fool! A life was lost today because one young trigger-happy ruffian had his own personal code of morals."



"He was a Hindu; that was the only thing that held me. I must admit to you sir, that for a while all I could do was stand there in shock, It all happened so quickly. There was a man walking, and then he was lying on the road and there was blood all over him. I began to pray.
The doctor appeared so fast! It was almost like He had sent him there. I crossed myself and thanked Him.
And then the young man was there. He pointed his gun at the doctor and, turning to me he said, "He needs God'. My feet moved of their own accord. I knelt by the poor dying soul and said the Last Prayers to the Lord. He died a moment after I said...

Amen".


"I've seen a lot of bodies, I have. they come in all shapes and sizes, all classes. He's a fair man, is Death...
I've always been interested in expressions, yes. There's a lot you can tell about a man by the expression he has on him when he dies.

Him?

Oh, he was smiling;

quite peacefully too,

when he died.
...



Could they have saved him?


They could have, maybe.

Maybe they did.




Judge, thyself.