The Earl in Peril
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Wondering how she will survive, the beautiful Lorena overhears a friend of her neighbour plotting to kill the Earl of Bramfield, who has recently and unexpectedly inherited from his father and whose vast estates lie near her home.
Realising that she has no option but to try and convince the Earl of the peril he is in, Lorena sets out to confront him.
When his elder brother died, the new Earl had to give up an Army career and return home. Now having inherited the title and estates, he is finding it difficult to adjust to his new position.
He sees Lorena and listens to her tale, but cannot accept that his life is in danger.
However, he offers Lorena a temporary job helping him to sort out his disorganised office and she brings her newly invented typewriter with her.
Soon the Earl realises that the danger is very real and Lorena finds herself having to use all her wits to keep safe the man she rapidly becomes attracted to in a way that she never expected.
Then the Earl's younger brother, the Honourable Andrew, arrives home and life at Bramfield becomes ever more complicated and perilous.
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The Earl in Peril - Barbara Cartland
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CHAPTER ONE ~ 1905
Lorena Conway took a last look at the bracket clock on the wall of her father’s study.
It had occupied pride of place there for twenty-five years and to Lorena it seemed a symbol of all the happy times that she had spent there.
You drive a hard bargain, Miss Conway,
said the dealer, reaching up to lift the clock off its bracket.
He spoke to her cheerfully and Lorena knew that they were both satisfied with the price that they had agreed.
It’s a fine item,
he added, laying the clock onto a cloth and proceeding to wrap it securely. And it will go to a good home, I can assure you of that, Miss Conway.
Lorena had known the dealer for several years and many were the items that she had bargained over with him as her father had always left the process to her.
You do it charmingly and skilfully,
he had said.
I shall miss its chimes,
Lorena sighed now.
We shall hope for better times, Miss Conway,
the dealer said. Losing your father has been a sad business.
Lorena felt tears well in her eyes and concentrated hard on not letting them overflow.
I hope business is good for you,
she commented.
He brightened.
There’s an air of things a-happenin’ now that we have an Earl back in residence at Bramfield Hall.
Indeed?
Lorena responded without interest.
The doings at Bramfield Hall made no impact on her life.
Once a year her father would be invited to partake of dinner with other of the neighbourhood’s lesser gentry.
But the Earl had spent most of the time away from his family seat.
And then she remembered,
This is the new Earl?
Aye, been there several weeks now.
The dealer then carefully tucked the cloth around the clock, stood up and dusted off his hands.
Always a pleasure to do business with you, Miss Conway. Any time you have anythin’ else to dispose of, you just let me know.
Lorena smiled and bade him goodbye. He must be able to see, she thought, that really nothing was left to sell.
Edith, her old Nanny, and now cook, housekeeper and maid, returned from seeing him out.
Her expression was sour.
He’s far too familiar with you, Miss Lorena, that’s for sure.
Lorena sighed and sat down in an armchair.
He gives me a good price for our precious things.
Hmph, I wouldn’t know about that part. Mite too pleased with himself, if you asks me.
Lorena sighed again.
I need to think very hard about the future, Edith.
Edith’s face softened.
I know, my duck. But you don’t need to give me no wages. And if you asked him, I don’t suppose Henry would ask for them neither.
Old Henry was the aged gardener, the only other Conway retainer to remain as part of Lorena’s household.
Oh, Edith, I would not dream of employing either of you without pay. It’s little enough anyway.
I said when your blessed mother died that I was here to look after you and Sir Arthur. You what I nursed as a baby and Sir Arthur always treated me with respect.
Once again Lorena felt tears welling up and so she rose briskly and suggested,
I shall see what’s left in the vegetable garden for our luncheon. And I’ll hear no more about not getting paid wages that are well and truly earned.
Unable to trust herself not to burst into tears, she hurried from the room.
She changed into an old skirt and shirt. Then she found a willow basket and set off down the garden. On the way she had a few cheerful words with Henry.
Be a beautiful mornin’, Miss Lorena,
said the old man, his legs and shoulders bent with all the digging and bending he had done in his sixty years.
Summer had arrived and normally the day’s golden charm would have made Lorena feel that life was good.
Instead, walking down the long garden, all Lorena could feel was despair. Even before her father had died, they had struggled to make ends meet.
An historian whose speciality was Eastern Europe, Sir Arthur had found his books never appealed to enough readers to earn the sums needed to pay all their bills.
Many times Sir Arthur had rued all the travelling he and his family had undertaken over the years to aid his research. So fond was he of his wife that she had always accompanied him.
Her comfort was his prime concern and they had spent more than he could afford staying in excellent hotels.
When Lorena was of suitable age, she too came, her father ensuring that her schooling was maintained.
When he regretted the lavishness of the excursions abroad, Lorena would tell him that the education she had received from their travels was worth more than rubies.
One day she would insist her father’s books would catch the public imagination and they would be rich.
In the meantime she was happy to work for him and she knew that he adored having her at his side.
He would reach out and caress her blonde hair.
No man ever had a better daughter,
he would say with a smile. Then a moment later he would once more be deep in his writing.
An American academic, who admired Sir Arthur’s work, had sent him a typewriter, which he said would aid the preparation of his manuscripts.
Lorena had taught herself to use this machine and found that it was indeed a very great help.
But now there would be no more books.
Without a son Sir Arthur’s small settled income had reverted to a cousin and the charming house that Lorena’s mother had loved making beautiful would have to be sold.
It broke Lorena’s heart but there was no alternative.
There was, of course, a mortgage on the property. Should a good sale be achieved, perhaps there would be a small sum available to provide a minute income, but that would have to serve as a pension for Edith and for Henry. They were too old to find new employment.
What she would live on, she had at present no idea.
Lorena picked some sprouting broccoli and thought how delicious it would be with one of Edith’s special white sauces.
Then she dug up some early new potatoes and tried to find enough strawberries for dessert, but they had all been sold to the local greengrocer the previous day.
It was still very early and Edith would not require the vegetables in the kitchen for some time yet.
Lorena looked up at an old oak tree.
Many a time when she was young had she climbed it and eventually her father had arranged for a tree house to be erected in it for her. The wooden floor was still there.
Lorena put her basket down and a few minutes later she was sitting on the old platform and surveying what she had always considered her Kingdom.
On one side was the land that had once been part of the Conway estate and it now belonged to their next door neighbour.
She then turned her gaze from the shrubbery.
Instead she looked in the other direction, across the fields to a gently rising hill and at the top was Bramfield Hall, the Palladian mansion that was the seat of the Earls of Bramfield.
Lorena recalled that the dealer had told her that the new Earl had come home.
When Lorena was eighteen, an aristocratic relation of her mother’s had presented her at Court and she had attended balls and Receptions as it had been intended that she should attract a suitable husband.
Oh, Mama,
she had said after she returned home. All the men were so boring. Their only occupations were horses, racing or shooting. They had no conversation and no idea of what to do with their lives.
Darling,
her mother had replied. Did you not ask them questions, make them laugh and make them feel that they were splendid fellows?
Caroline,
interposed her husband. What good would that have done?
Lorena may have found unsuspected depths in one or two of them. Kindness, humour and a cheerful outlook are good companions. Clever men can be neglectful.
Are you saying I neglect you?
her husband had asked, laughing. Or maybe I am not clever. That is why you still enjoy living with me.
You are stupid indeed if you take what I say so personally,
his wife had continued and her eyes twinkled.
Lorena had laughed at her parents.
The real truth of the matter,
she said, is that I did not find anyone to match Papa. And I am not prepared to spend my life with anyone who is any less kind, witty and perspicacious.
Using long words will not endear you to a man,
her mother had then said a little severely.
Then let her remain a spinster until someone does come along worthy of her intelligence and charm.
Lorena remembered that conversation now. She had not known then that that short Season was to be her one chance of attracting a husband.
Back in the countryside with her parents, years had passed with little chance of meeting eligible gentlemen.
Had she known about it, it would have made no difference to her attitude towards the many aristocratic and privileged young men she had been introduced to.
She looked at the distant mansion. She had once danced with the old Earl’s heir, Viscount Stalbridge.
The other debutantes spoke with bated breath of his wealth and the grand houses his family owned. He was, they said, the greatest catch of the Season.
Lorena thought that his dark eyes seemed to strip the clothes from her body.
You are a pretty filly,
he had said, guiding her round the floor with more dash than skill. Where have you been hiding your charms? Eh?
His hand had moved down her back in a way that she found unpleasantly intimate.
Filly?
she had replied to him, opening her eyes wide. No doubt your Lordship is used to Augean stables but, alas, I ride in sylvan pastures.
She realised as soon as she spoke that she had made a mistake.
Blue stocking, are you?
he had said in a grating way. Want to make fun of me?
Why, no, your Lordship,
she had quickly said. I would never do that. Fun is only to be made with those who can respond and I realise that you are too far above me to allow for such pleasant occupations.
He had studied her in a baffled way and then an ugly look came into his eyes.
Try that sort of thing once too often, my girl, and you will see what fun will be coming your way.
He had spoken with a low menace that sent shivers down her spine.
Later she had seen him spinning another girl around the dance floor. He was laughing into her eyes and she was looking up at him in a worshipful manner.
Afterwards she had been breathless with admiration for the Viscount and for some time afterwards there were rumours that an offer for her might be forthcoming.
Safe now in her tree nest, Lorena hugged her knees and gazed at the huge mansion on the hill.
The Viscount Stalbridge she had danced with was not the new Earl. He had died in a riding accident and it was said that his death had broken his father’s heart.
Suddenly a shotgun blast shattered the peace of the morning.
Across the parkland came two men. A retriever ran ahead and brought back a dead pigeon.
One of the men was Lorena’s next door neighbour. Her father had been taken aback by Mr. Robert Preston’s rudeness when he paid him a visit after the man moved in.
He treated me as if I was some printer’s hack,
he had exploded. We shall have nothing to do with him.
After he had calmed down a little, he had added,
Apart from the way he spoke to me, I don’t trust the man. He boasts far too much of smart friends and his adventures in far-flung places. I did not deign to tell him I could match every name and place he mentioned and have many left in reserve.
The mildest mannered of men, Lorena’s father had never before judged a fellow human being in such terms and she had decided that any contact with Robert Preston should be avoided.
She had seen him in the village enough to know who he was.
A man of average height and build, he had bushy black hair and an ugly face. His nose was too large, the eyes small and too close together and his ears ill-shaped.
When he did laugh, normally at some unfortunate happening such as an old lady slipping on ice, the sound boomed in a peculiarly nasty way.
No, Robert Preston was not an attractive man.
As his friend put a cartridge into his gun, he said,
"Damn, but