Where
are the diamonds?'
But by this time Jerry was in the prison, sleeping on a board and eating
bread and mush, and Arthur failed to get any satisfaction from her.
Indeed, they were two crazy ones talking together, with little or no
meaning in what they said. Only this Arthur gathered--that Jerry would
be happy if 'Mrs. Tracy had her diamonds again and did not know how they
came to her. When this dawned upon him he laughed aloud, and kissing her
hot cheek, said to her:
'I see; I know, and I'll do it. Wait till I come again.
It was ten o'clock in the morning when he left Mrs. Crawford's house;
there was a train which passed the station at half-past ten, bound for
New York, and without returning to the park, Arthur took the train,
sending word to his brother not to expect him home until the next day,
and not to be alarmed on his account, as he was going to New York and
would take care of himself.
Why he had gone Frank could not guess, and he waited in much anxiety for
his return. It was evening when he came home, seeming perfectly composed
and well, but giving no reason for his sudden journey to the city. His
first inquiry was for Jerry, and his second, if anything had been heard
of the diamonds. On being answered in the negative, he remarked:
'Those rascally detectives are bunglers, and oftentimes would rather let
the culprit escape than catch him.
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