'What will they do with the one who took the diamonds, if they find him?'
'Send him to state prison,' Harold answered.
'And what do they do to them in state prison?' Jerry continued.
'Cut their hair off; make them eat bread and water and mush, and sleep on a board, and work awful hard,' was Harold's reply, given at random and without the least suspicion why the question had been asked.
Jerry said no more, but the next morning she started for the park house, which she knew was to be searched, and going to Mr. Arthur's room looked him wistfully in the face as she asked in a whisper:
'Are they found?'
'Found! What found?' he said, as if all recollection of the missing jewels had passed entirely from his mind.
'The diamonds; Mrs. Tracy's diamonds; the ones you gave her,' was Jerry's answer.
For a moment, Arthur looked perplexed and bewildered and confused, and seemed trying to recall something which would not come at his bidding.
'I don't know anything about it,' he said at last. 'I don't seem to think of anything, my head is so thick with all the noise there was here yesterday and the tumult this morning. Search-warrants, Charles says, and two strange men driving up so early. Who are they, Jerry?'