on Arthur arose, and, unlocking the
door, bade them enter and look as long as they pleased and where they
pleased.

It was a mere matter of form, for not a drawer or box was disturbed; but
Jerry's breath came in gasps, and her eyes were like saucers, as she
watched the men moving from place to place, and then looked timidly at
Arthur to see how he was taking it. He took it very coolly, and when it
was over and the men were about to leave, he bade them come again as
often as they liked; they would always find him there ready to receive
them, but the diamonds--_nix_.

This last he said in a low tone as he turned to Jerry, who, the moment
they were alone and he had seated himself beside her, put her head on
his arm and burst into a hysterical fit of crying.

'Why, Cherry, what is it? Why are you crying so?' he asked, in much
concern.

'Oh, I don't know,' the sobbed; 'only I was so scared all the time they
were in the room. What if they had found them! What if they should think
that--that--_I_ took them, and should send me to prison, and cut off my
hair: and make me eat bread and water and mush, which I hate!'

Arthur looked at her a moment, and then with a view to comfort her,
said, laughingly:

'They would not send you to prison, for I would go in your stead.'

'Would you? Could you? I mean could somebody go for another somebody, if
they wanted to ever go much?' Jerry asked, eagerly, as she lifted her
tear-stained face to Arthur's.

Without clearly understanding her meaning, and with only a wish to quiet
her, Arthur answered, at random:

'Certainly. Have you never heard of people who gave life for another's?
So, why not be a substitute, and go to prison, if necessary?'

'Yes,' Jerry answered, with a long-drawn breath, and the cloud lifted a
little from her face.

After a moment, however, she asked, abruptly:

'Suppose the one who took the diamonds will not give them up, and
somebody else knows where they are, ought that somebody else tell?'

'Certainly, or be an accessory to the crime,' was Arthur's reply.

Jerry did not at all know what an accessory was, but it had an awful
sound to her, and she asked:

'What do they do to an accessory? Punish her--him, I mean--just the
same?'

'Yes, of course,' Arthur said, scarcely heeding what she was asking him,
and never dreaming of the wild fancy which had taken possession of her.

That one could go to prison in another's stead, and that an accessory
would be