Ramage went up the Avenue, and she hurried along the path with a beating heart and a disagreeable sense of unsolved problems in her mind. She saw nothing of their love-making, and came home from her boarding-school in a state of decently suppressed curiosity for Alice’s wedding. “In it lies the secret poison he used to turn you into an Oracle. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. Ruth made a little gesture, of infinite pity; and this was quickly seized upon by the slant-eyed Chinese girl. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself.