Chapter NineIt was cold and dank in the wood.
It had not been difficult for Fenella to find out where the duels, which apparently were quite prevalent at Ascot, took place.
She had merely had to ask the Gentleman who had sat next to her at dinner the previous night where such dramatic incidents were enacted, and he had told her that Shepherd’s Wood was the regular rendez-vous of those who had challenged each other.
“It is also notable for suicides,” he said cheerily, “but as Ascot has not such a long history as Newmarket or Epsom, we have not had so many of those.”
“I am glad to hear it,” Fenella said fervently.
“The duellists are a different kettle of fish,” he went on. “Owners are always falling out regarding the merits of their horses or accusing each other of shady practices, and
