I do not know that I have ever had so strange a case as that of this English lady before me! I see so many roads stretching before her--I also see her going along more than one road.

As a rule, one does not see this in the cards." She looked really harassed, really distressed, and was still conning her cards anxiously.
"And yet after all," she cried suddenly, "I may be wrong! Perhaps the necklace has less to do with it than I thought! I do not know whether the necklace would make any real difference! If she takes one of the roads open to her, then I see no danger at all attaching to the preservation of this necklace.

But the other road leads straight to the House of Peril." "The House of Peril ?" echoed Sylvia Bailey.
"Yes, Madame.

Do you not know that all men and women have their House of Peril--the house whose threshold they should never cross--behind whose door lies misery, sometimes dishonour ?" "Yes," said Anna Wolsky, "that is true, quite true! There has been, alas! more than one House of Peril in my life." She added, "But what kind of place is my friend's House of Peril ?" "It is not a large house," said the fortune-teller, staring down at the shining surface of her table.

"It is a gay, delightful little place, ladies--quite my idea of a pretty dwelling.