Tom was there with his friend, Fred Raymond, anxiously awaiting the
arrival of Harold, whose face wore a look of wonder and perplexity which
deepened into utter amazement as Mrs. Tracy angrily demanded of him what
his business was in the hall on Wednesday morning when she saw him
sneaking through the door.
'Where had you been, and did you see my diamonds? Somebody has stolen
them,' she said, while Harold gazed at her in utter astonishment.
'Somebody stolen your diamonds!' he repeated, without the shadow of an
idea that she could in any way connect him with a theft; nor would the
idea have come to him at all, if Tom had not said to him with a sneer:
'Better own up, Hal, and restore the property. It is your easiest way
out of it.'
Then he comprehended, and had Tom knocked him senseless the effect could
not have been greater. With lips as white as ashes and fists tightly
clenched, he stood, shaking like a leaf and staring helplessly, first at
one and then at another, unable to speak until his eyes fell on Jerry,
whose face was a study. She had thrown her head forward and on one side,
and was looking intently at Tom Tracy, while her blue eyes flashed fire,
and her whole attitude was like that of a tiger ready to pounce upon its
prey.
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