“And were you not afraid of your grandfather, when you learnt that he had killed a man?” Dimitri asked his friend.
“How could I be afraid of him? A sweeter creature never existed. It is incredible that the best people and the most devout Christians can commit the most horrible crimes, when they believe that they are doing it for disinterested reasons, for their country or their faith. My mother has talked to me about that many times, and she said it again the other day to Father, when he was remarking that he found it incomprehensible for this Karaolis, who is just about to go on trial, to be such a monster as to have killed an innocent policeman in cold blood.”
They had gone past the car showroom of C.D. Hay and Sons and were coming to the end of Kyrenia Street. They walked on for a whi
