"We will go there together, Cherry," he said, "and find the house and the picture, and Gretchen's grave, and bring them home with us. There is room for them at Tracy Park."
He was beginning to talk wildly again, but Jerrie succeeded in pacifying him, and taking up the box of diamonds opened it suddenly and held it before his eyes. In reading the letters he had not seemed to pay any attention to the diamonds, but when Jerrie said to him: "These were mother's. You sent them to her from England," he replied: "Yes, I remember, I bought them in Paris with other things—dresses, I think—for her," while into his face there came a troubled look as if he were trying to think of something.
Jerrie, who could read him so well, saw the look, and, guessing at once its cause, hastened to say:
"Father, do you remember that you gave Mrs. Tracy some diamonds like these, and that some one took them from her? Try and think," she continued, as she saw the troubled look deepen and the fire beginning to kindle in his eyes. "It was years ago, just after a party Mrs. Tracy gave, and at which she wore them. You were there and thought they were Gretchen's, did you not?"
"Ye-es," he answered, slowly, "I believe I did. What did I do with them? Do you know?"
"I think you put them in your private drawer. Suppose you look and see."
Obedient to her as a child, Arthur opened his private drawer, bringing out one thing after another, all mementoes of the old Gretchen days, and finally the diamonds, at which he looked with wonder and fear, as he said to Jerrie:
"Did I take them? Will they call it a steal? I thought they were Gretchen's. I remember now."
Jerrie did not tell him then of the trouble the secreting of the diamonds had brought to her and Harold, but she said:
"No one will think it a steal, and Mrs. Tracy will be glad to get her jewels back. May I take them to her now?"