A policeman named Mike comes home. He is upset, and says that a hell of a thing happened that he has not gotten over. His wife asks if he has lost his job, which he has not, so she is happy, and she asks him to tell her what happened. Mike reveals that he was going through Lincoln Square, stirring up the bums. He kicked them off of the benches, and when one started yelling about his rights, he kicked his bottom. Another group settled under Lincoln's statue, and Mike kicked another homeless man who argued with him. He tells his wife that the trouble with the town is that it is getting more bums than decent citizens, and she agrees. Mike continues with his story, saying that he was coming back towards Third Street again when he saw someone sitting on the bench. He figured one of the bums came back, so he kicked him. The man was dead, and his body fell over into the road from the kick. Mike insists to his wife that he had no way of knowing, and that he would not have done it if he had known. She agrees with him. Mike laments that the man was a Catholic, and the morgue found medals around his neck. He had starved to death. Mike's wife grabs his hand, saying that God's will is God's will, and it is not for us to understand his wisdom.