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.