much to the track up North?" She was looking straight at him.

"I--I--that is--why, yes, of course," he murmured vaguely. "May I see
it?"

He took the book from her unwilling hand. A full-page photograph of
Sis was confronting him. He studied it long and carefully, passing a
troubled hand nervously over his forehead.

"I--I think I've seen her," he said, at length, looking up vacantly.
"Somehow, she seems familiar."

Again he fell to studying the graceful lines of the thoroughbred,
oblivious of his audience.

"She is a Southern horse," commented Mrs. Calvert. "Rather she was.
Of course you-all heard of her poisoning? It never said whether she
recovered. Do you know?"

Garrison glanced up quickly, and met Sue Desha's unwavering stare.

"Why, I believe I did hear that she was poisoned, or something to that
effect, now that you mention it." His eyes were still vacant.

"You look as if you had seen a ghost," laughed Sue, her eyes on the
magnolia-tree.

He laughed somewhat nervously. "I--I've been thinking."

"Is the major going in for the Carter this year?" asked the girl,