The White Jade Fox — Andre Norton

SARANNA HAD HEARD RUMORS ABOUT TIENSIN...

...the strange old mansion with its oriental treasures. She had heard it was haunted. Now with her own eyes she had seen it was true. The macabre circle of small foxes ringing the dancer in the secret garden, the mysterious robed woman with a fox's face. Had Saranna really seen them? Or had she dreamed it?

Saranna had gone to Tiensin under protest. Her spoiled young niece, Honora, had forced her to become a governess to her stepdaughter, Damaris. Never had Saranna encountered anyone as thoroughly evil as Honora. She was beautiful, and she could pull the wool over any man's eyes. But she could not deceive Saranna. Or Damaris, whom she was planning to cheat out of a huge inheritance. Even the handsome and trustworthy Gerrad Fowkes seemed to be taken with the deceitful young stepmother.

Saranna knew now that the future held great danger for her and Damaris. She needed desperately to talk to someone. But there was no one. Except Gerrad Fowkes.

Or was he too enamored of Honora to believe Saranna?