If Lushington had heard her, his teeth would have been set on edge, but Logotheti did not notice the shade of expression and tone.
'I repeat that the account of the interview with you was a mere incident, thrown in to show that Van Torp occasionally loses his head and behaves like a madman.' 'I don't want to see the letter,' said Margaret, 'but what sort of accusations did it contain?
Were they all of the same kind ?' 'No.

There was one other thing--something about a little girl called Ida, who is supposed to be the daughter of that old Alvah Moon who robbed your mother.

You can guess the sort of thing the letter said without my telling you.' Margaret leaned forward and poked the small wood fire with a pair of unnecessarily elaborate gilt tongs, and she nodded, for she remembered how Lord Creedmore had mentioned the child that afternoon.

He had hesitated a little, and had then gone on speaking rather hurriedly.
She watched the sparks fly upward each time she touched the log, and she nodded slowly.
'What are you thinking of ?' asked Logotheti.
But she did not answer for nearly half a minute.

She was reflecting on a singular little fact which made itself clear to her just then.