The two men rolled over and over in the dirt as they fought.
And then,
Bang!
A single shot rang out in the cold afternoon air.
Lilliana screamed and fainted as the Countess rose from her seat and climbed down from the phaeton.
“Robert! Robert!” she cried, running over to where the two men were still entangled.
The Earl slowly pulled himself up.
He had blood on his coat and he appeared dazed.
“Robert, are you hurt?”
“No, Mother, not at all. By some queer stroke of fate, Lord Farringdon has shot himself. He is dead.”
Just at that same moment Andrew Farringdon drew up in his carriage.
“I knew no good would come of this,” he muttered grimly, as he hurried to where his brother lay motionless. “What happened?”
“It was an accident,” said the Earl, who stood in the road with blood ever
