I am thinking all the time how to do it, and never let her know, and the back of my head aches so when I think.' Arthur could not guess what she really meant, except that the lost diamonds troubled her, and that she wished Mrs.Tracy to have them.
Occasionally his brows would knit together, and he seemed trying to recall something which perplexed him, and which her words had evidently suggested to his mind.
'Cherry,' he said to her one day when he came as usual, and her first eager question was, 'Have they found them ?' 'Jerry, try and understand me.

Do you know where the diamonds are ?' Instantly into Jerry's eyes there came a scared look, but she answered, unhesitatingly: 'Yes, don't you ?' 'No,' was the prompt reply; 'though it seems to me I did know, but there has been so much talk about them, and you are so sick, that everything has gone from my head, and the bees are stinging me frightfully.

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.