Five hundred dollars now, for
Mr. Arthur has added two hundred to the first sum. He has quite waked up
to the matter. You know he seemed very indifferent at first.'
'Mr. Arthur offered two hundred more!' Jerry exclaimed. 'Well, that
beats me!'
This was Mrs. Crawford's favorite expression, which Jerry had caught, as
she did most of the peculiarities in speech and manner of those about
her.
'Two hundred dollars! He must be crazy.'
'Of course he is. He don't know what he does or says half the time, and
especially since you have been sick,' Harold said.
'Sick!' Jerry repeated, quickly. 'Have I been sick, and is that why I am
in bed so late? I thought you had come in to wake me up, and I was glad,
for I have had horrid dreams.'
Harold told her she had been in bed since the day of the investigation,
when she came from the park house with a dreadful headache.
'And you've been crazy, too, as a loon,' he continued, 'and talked the
queerest things about state prison, and hard boards, and bread and
water, and accessories, and substitutes, and so on. Seemed as if you
thought you were a felon, and a body would have supposed that you had
either taken the diamonds yourself or else knew who did, the way you
went on by spells.'
'Oh, Harold!' Jerry gasped, while her face grew spotted and the
perspiration came out upon her forehead.
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