Look here, I've thought of another way out of the mess I'm in, Miriam.

After all, it would have been playing it rather low down to pop the things, to play tricks with them; they're the family diamonds, you know." "Yes; your mother wore them," said Miriam in a low voice.

"I'm glad you don't--want them, Percy." "That's all right," he said, with a forced laugh.

"Don't you worry yourself." He closed the door and sank into a chair in his dressing-room.

He was shaking, as if with ague; for the little plan he had formed in the smoking-room was now rendered of no avail.
The little plan can be stated in a few words.