Don't you see ?' 'And the girls were half-sisters--and-- ?' Logotheti stopped and stared.
'Yes.' Margaret nodded slowly again and poked the fire.
'Good heavens!' The Greek knew something of the world's wickedness, but his jaw dropped.

'Oedipus!' he ejaculated.
'It cannot be true,' Margaret said, quite in earnest.

'I detest him, but I cannot believe that of him.' For in her mind all that she knew and that Griggs had told her, and that Logotheti did not know yet, rose up in orderly logic, and joined what was now in her mind, completing the whole hideous tale of wickedness that had ended in the death of Ida Bamberger, who had been murdered, perhaps, in desperation to avert a crime even more monstrous.

The dying girl's faint voice came back to Margaret across the ocean.
'He did it--' And there was the stain on Paul Griggs' hand; and there was little Ida's face on the steamer, when she had looked up and had seen Van Torp's lips moving, and had understood what he was saying to himself, and had dragged Margaret away in terror.

And not least, there was the indescribable fear of him which Margaret felt when he was near her for a few minutes.
On the other side, what was there to be said for him?
Miss More, quiet, good, conscientious Miss More, devoting her life to the child, said that he was one of the kindest men living.