Tracy's loss.
The papers were full of it. The neighbors talked of it constantly, and
two detectives were employed to work the matter up and discover the
thief, if possible. A thorough search was also made at the park house.
Every servant was examined and cross-examined, and all their trunks and
boxes searched; every nook and corner and room was gone through in the
most systematic order, even to Arthur's apartments. This last was
merely done as a matter of form, and to let the indignant servant see
that no partiality was shown, the polite officers explained to Arthur,
who at first refused to let them in, but who finally opened the door
himself, and bade them go where they liked.
Half hidden among the cushions of the sofa from which Arthur had arisen
when he let the officers in and to which he returned again, was Jerry,
her face pale to her lips and her eyes like the eyes of some haunted
animal, when she saw the policemen cross the threshold.
After her return home the previous day she had been unusually taciturn
and had taken no part in the conversation relative to the missing
diamonds, but just before going to bed she said to Harold:
'What will they do with the one who took the diamonds, if they find
him?'
'Send him to state prison,' Harold answered.
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