The strange light in her eyes should have told Harold how utterly incapable she was of giving any rational answers to his questions, but he did not think of that, and instead of trying to quiet her, he plunged at once into the subject she had broached:
'Do you mean the diamonds?' he asked.
'Yes,' she replied, 'the diamonds! the diamonds! Where are they?'
'Mrs. Tracy has them by this time,' Harold replied.
'Mrs. Tracy!' Jerrie exclaimed. 'What has she to do with them? They are not hers. They are mine—they are mine! Bring them to me—bring them to me.'
She was terribly excited, and for a time Harold bent all his energies to soothe her, and at last when from sheer exhaustion she became quiet he said to her:
'Jerrie, where did you find the diamonds?'
She looked at him curiously, but made no reply, and he continued:
'You must tell me where you found them: it is necessary I should know.'
Still she did not reply, but stared at him, as if not fully comprehending what he meant.