Be Careful What You Wish For: The Clifton Chronicles 4

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GWYNETH

CONTENTS

THE BARRINGTONS

THE CLIFTONS

PROLOGUE

HARRY AND EMMA 1957–1958

1

2

3

4

5

6

DON PEDRO MARTINEZ 1958–1959

7

8

9

10

11

12

CEDRIC HARDCASTLE 1959

13

14

15

16

17

GILES BARRINGTON 1963

18

19

20

JESSICA CLIFTON 1964

21

22

23

24

25

CEDRIC HARDCASTLE 1964

26

MAJOR ALEX FISHER 1964

27

28

29

30

SEBASTIAN CLIFTON 1964

31

32

33

34

35

DIEGO MARTINEZ 1964

36

37

38

39

40

HARRY AND EMMA 1964

41

42

43

44

45

46

47

48

VOLUME FIVE OF THE CLIFTON CHRONICLES

PROLOGUE

S
EBASTIAN
tightened his grip on the steering wheel of the little MG. The lorry behind him touched his rear bumper and jolted the car forward, sending
its number plate flying high into the air. Sebastian tried to advance a couple more feet, but he couldn’t go any faster without running into the lorry in front of him and being squeezed
between the two of them like a concertina.

A few seconds later they were nudged forward a second time as the lorry behind them drove into the back of the MG with considerably more force, pushing it to within a foot of the lorry in front.
It was only when the rear lorry hit them a third time that Bruno’s words
Are you certain you’re making the right decision?
flashed into Sebastian’s mind. He glanced
across at his friend Bruno who was white with fear, clinging on to the dashboard with both hands.

‘They’re trying to kill us,’ he screamed. ‘For God’s sake, Seb, do something!’

Sebastian looked helplessly across at the southbound traffic to see a steady stream of vehicles heading in the opposite direction.

When the lorry in front began to slow down, he knew that if they were to have any hope of surviving, he had to make a decision, and make it quickly. He glanced across to the other side of the
road, desperately searching for a gap in the traffic. When the lorry behind hit him for a fourth time, he knew he’d been left with no choice.

He yanked the steering wheel firmly to the right, careered across the grass verge and straight into the face of the oncoming vehicles. Sebastian pressed his foot hard down on the accelerator and
prayed they would reach the safety of the wide open fields that stretched in front of him before a car could hit them.

A van and a car threw on their brakes and swerved to avoid the little MG as it shot across the road in front of them. Just for a moment, Sebastian thought he might make it, until he saw the tree
looming up in front of him. He took his foot off the accelerator and swung the steering wheel to the left, but it was too late. The last thing Sebastian heard was Bruno screaming.

HARRY AND EMMA
1957–1958
1

H
ARRY
C
LIFTON
was woken by the sound of a phone ringing.

He was in the middle of a dream, but couldn’t remember what it was about. Perhaps the insistent metallic sound was just part of his dream. He reluctantly turned over and blinked at the
little phosphorescent green hands on the bedside clock: 6.43 a.m. He smiled. Only one person would consider calling him at that time in the morning. He picked up the phone and murmured in an
exaggeratedly sleepy voice, ‘Good morning, my darling.’ There was no immediate response, and for a moment Harry wondered if the hotel operator had put the call through to the wrong
room. He was about to replace the receiver when he heard sobbing. ‘Is that you, Emma?’

‘Yes,’ came the reply.

‘What’s the matter?’ he asked soothingly.

‘Sebastian is dead.’

Harry didn’t reply immediately, because he now wanted to believe he was still dreaming. ‘How can that be possible?’ he eventually said. ‘I spoke to him only
yesterday.’

‘He was killed this morning,’ said Emma, clearly only able to manage a few words at a time.

Harry sat bolt upright, suddenly wide awake.

‘In a car accident,’ continued Emma between sobs.

Harry tried to remain calm as he waited for her to tell him exactly what had happened.

‘They were travelling up to Cambridge together.’

‘They?’ repeated Harry.

‘Sebastian and Bruno.’

‘Is Bruno still alive?’

‘Yes. But he’s in a hospital in Harlow, and they’re not sure if he’ll make it through the night.’

Harry threw back the blanket and placed his feet on the carpet. He was freezing, and felt sick. ‘I’ll take a taxi to the airport immediately and catch the first flight back to
London.’

‘I’m going straight to the hospital,’ said Emma. She didn’t add anything else, and Harry wondered for a moment if the line had gone dead. Then he heard her whisper,
‘They need someone to identify his body.’

Emma replaced the receiver, but it was some time before she could gather enough strength to stand up. She eventually made her way unsteadily across the room, clinging on to
several pieces of furniture, like a sailor in a storm. She opened the drawing room door to find Marsden standing in the hall, his head bowed. She had never known their old retainer to show the
slightest emotion in front of a member of the family, and hardly recognized the shrunken figure now clutching on to the mantelpiece for support; the usual mask of self-composure had been replaced
with the cruel reality of death.

‘Mabel has packed an overnight case for you, madam,’ he stammered, ‘and if you’ll allow me, I’ll drive you to the hospital.’

‘Thank you, Marsden, that’s most considerate of you,’ Emma said as he opened the front door for her.

Marsden took her arm as they made their way down the steps towards the car; the first time he’d ever touched the mistress. He opened the door, and she climbed in and sank into the leather
upholstery, as if she was an old lady. Marsden switched on the ignition, shifted the gear lever into first and set out on the long journey from the Manor House to the Princess Alexandra Hospital in
Harlow.

Emma suddenly realized she hadn’t rung her brother or sister to let them know what had happened. She would call Grace and Giles this evening, when they were more likely to be alone. This
was not something she wanted to share when strangers might be present. And then she felt a piercing pain in her stomach, as if she’d been stabbed. Who was going to tell Jessica that she would
never see her brother again? Would she ever be the same cheerful little girl who ran around Seb like an obedient puppy, tail wagging with unbridled adoration? Jessica must not hear the news from
someone else’s lips, which meant that Emma would have to return to the Manor House as quickly as possible.

Marsden pulled into the forecourt of the local garage, where he usually filled up on a Friday afternoon. When the petrol pump attendant spotted Mrs Clifton sitting in the back seat of the green
Austin A30, he touched the rim of his cap. She didn’t acknowledge him, and the young man wondered if he’d done something wrong. He filled the tank and then lifted the bonnet to check
the oil. Once he’d slammed the bonnet back down he touched the rim of his hat again, but Marsden drove off without a word, not parting with the usual sixpence.

‘What’s got into them?’ murmured the young man as the car disappeared.

Once they were back on the road, Emma tried to recall the exact words the Peterhouse college admissions tutor had used when he haltingly told her the news.
I’m sorry to have to tell
you, Mrs Clifton, that your son has been killed in a motor car accident
. Beyond the stark statement, Mr Padgett seemed to know very little – but then, as he explained, he was no more
than the messenger.

Questions kept colliding in Emma’s mind. Why had her son been travelling to Cambridge by car, when she’d bought him a train ticket only a couple of days before? Who had been driving,
Sebastian or Bruno? Were they going too fast? Had a tyre burst? Had another car been involved? So many questions, but she doubted if anyone knew all the answers.

A few minutes after the tutor had called, the police had rung to ask if Mr Clifton would be able to visit the hospital to identify the body. Emma explained that her husband was in New York on a
book tour. She might not have agreed to take his place if she’d realized that he would be back in England the following day. Thank God he was coming by plane and wouldn’t have to spend
five days crossing the Atlantic, mourning alone.

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