The Markenmore Mystery by J.S. Fletcher

Listening, against their will, to the monotonous tolling of the death bell, the two men crossed the deep-set lane into which Mr. Fransemmery had tripped only an hour before in high spirits, never anticipating tragedy and gloom, and took their way across the sunlit park towards Markenmore Court. For awhile neither spoke: each was occupied with his own thoughts. But suddenly the Chief Constable turned to his companion.

"A remarkable thing, Mr. Fransemmery," he said, "that if Sir Anthony is dead-and I make no doubt of it, for there's nobody else in the village that they'd toll a minute bell for-he and his elder son should come to their deaths on the same morning! And now, I suppose, the title passes to Mr. Harry Markenmore-of course."