Be Careful What You Wish For: The Clifton Chronicles 4 (51 page)

‘Oh, I don’t think Sebastian is at all like Sir Toby Belch,’ said Sam. ‘Come to think of it, he’s like Sebastian.’

‘
So too could I
,’ said Emma.

‘No,’ said Harry. ‘
So could I too
.
And ask no other dowry with her, but such another jest
.’

‘I’m lost,’ said Sebastian.

‘As I said, Sam, you could have done better. But I’m sure you’ll explain it to Seb later. By the way, Emma,’ said Giles, ‘knockout dress. Red suits you.’

‘Thank you, Giles. I’ll be wearing blue tomorrow, when you’ll have to think of another line.’

‘Can I get you a drink, chairman?’ teased Harry, who was desperate for a gin and tonic.

‘No thank you, darling. I’m famished, so why don’t we go and sit down.’

Giles winked at Harry. ‘I did warn you when we were twelve to avoid the women, but you chose to ignore my advice.’

As they made their way to a table in the centre of the room, Emma stopped to chat to Ross and Jean Buchanan. ‘I see you got your wife back, Ross, but what about your car?’

‘By the time I went back to Edinburgh a few days later,’ said Ross, rising from his place, ‘it was locked up in a police pound. It cost me a fortune to retrieve it.’

‘Not as much as these,’ said Jean, touching a string of pearls.

‘A get-me-off-the-hook present,’ explained Ross.

‘And you got the company off the hook at the same time,’ said Emma, ‘for which we’ll always be grateful.’

‘Don’t thank me,’ said Ross, ‘thank Cedric.’

‘I wish he’d felt able to come on the voyage,’ said Emma.

‘Were you hoping for a boy or a girl?’ asked Sam as the head waiter pulled back a chair for her.

‘I didn’t give Gwyneth a choice,’ said Giles. ‘Told her it had to be a boy.’

‘Why?’

‘For purely practical reasons. A girl can’t inherit the family title. In England, everything has to pass through the male line.’

‘How archaic,’ said Sam. ‘And I always thought of the British as being such a civilized race.’

‘Not when it comes to primogeniture,’ said Giles. The three men rose from their seats as Emma arrived at the table.

‘But Mrs Clifton is chairman of the board of Barrington’s.’

‘And we have a queen on the throne. But don’t worry, Sam, we’ll defeat those old reactionaries in the end.’

‘Not if my party gets back into power,’ said Sebastian.

‘When the dinosaurs will be on the roam again,’ said Giles, looking at him.

‘Who said that?’ asked Sam.

‘The man who defeated me.’

Liam didn’t knock on the door, just turned the handle and slipped inside, looking back as he did so to be sure no one had seen him. He didn’t want to have to explain
what a young man from cabin class was doing in an elderly peer’s room at that time of night. Not that anyone would have commented.

‘Are we likely to be interrupted?’ asked Liam, once he had closed the door.

‘No one will disturb us before seven tomorrow morning, and by then there will be nothing left to disturb.’

‘Good,’ said Liam. He dropped on his knees, unlocked the large trunk, pulled open its lid and studied the complex piece of machinery that had taken him over a month to construct. He
spent the next half hour checking that there were no loose wires, that every dial was at its correct setting, and that the clock started at the flick of a switch. Not until he was satisfied that
everything was in perfect working order did he get back off his knees.

‘It’s all ready,’ he said. ‘When do you want it activated?’

‘Three a.m. And I’ll need thirty minutes to remove all this,’ Glenarthur added, touching his double chin, ‘and still have enough time to get to my other cabin.’

Liam returned to the trunk and set the timer for three o’clock. ‘All you have to do is flick the switch just before you leave, and double-check that the second hand is
moving.’

‘So what can go wrong?’

‘If the lilies are still in her cabin, nothing. No one on this corridor, and probably no one on the deck below can hope to survive. There’s six pounds of dynamite embedded in the
earth beneath those flowers, far more than we need, but that way we can be sure of collecting our money.’

‘Have you got my key?’

‘Yes,’ said Liam. ‘Cabin 706. You’ll find your new passport and ticket under the pillow.’

‘Anything else I ought to be worrying about?’

‘No. Just make sure the second hand is moving before you leave.’

Glenarthur smiled. ‘See you back in Belfast. And if we should end up in the same lifeboat, ignore me.’

Liam nodded, walked across to the door and opened it slowly. He peered out into the corridor. No sign of anyone returning to their cabins from dinner. He walked quickly to the end of the
corridor and pushed open a door marked
Only to be used in an emergency.
He closed the door quietly behind him and walked down the noisy metal steps. He didn’t pass anyone on the
staircase. In about five hours’ time, those steps would be crammed with panicking people wondering if the ship had hit an iceberg.

When he reached deck seven, he pushed the emergency door open and checked again. Still no one in sight. He made his way along the narrow corridor and back to his cabin. A few people were
returning to their rooms after dinner, but no one showed the slightest interest in him. Over the years, Liam had turned anonymity into an art form. He unlocked the door of his cabin, and once he
was inside collapsed on to the bed, job done. He checked his watch: 9.50 p.m. It was going to be a long wait.

‘Someone slipped into Lord Glenarthur’s cabin just after nine,’ said Hartley, ‘but I haven’t seen him come out yet.’

‘It could have been the steward.’

‘Unlikely, colonel, because there was a
Do not disturb
sign on the door, and anyway, whoever it was didn’t knock. In fact, he went in as if it was his own cabin.’

‘Then you’d better keep an eye on that door, and if anyone comes out, make sure you don’t lose sight of them. I’m going to check on Crann down in cabin class and see if
he’s got anything to report. If not, I’m going to try and catch a few hours’ shut-eye. I’ll take over from you at two. If anything happens that you’re not sure about,
don’t hesitate to wake me.’

‘So what have you got planned for us when we get to New York?’ asked Sebastian.

‘We’ll only be in the Big Apple for thirty-six hours,’ replied Sam, ‘so we can’t afford to waste a moment. In the morning we’ll visit the Metropolitan Museum,
followed by a brisk walk around Central Park, and then lunch at Sardi’s. In the afternoon we’ll go on to the Frick, and in the evening Dad’s got us a couple of tickets for
Hello, Dolly!
with Carol Channing.’

‘So, no time to shop?’

‘I’ll allow you to walk up and down Fifth Avenue, but only to window-shop. You couldn’t even afford a Tiffany’s box, let alone what I’d expect you to put in it. But
if you want a memento of your visit, we’ll head across to Macy’s at West Thirty-fourth Street, where you can choose from a thousand items at less than a dollar.’

‘Sounds about my expenditure level. By the way, what’s the Frick?’

‘Your sister’s favourite art gallery.’

‘But Jessica never visited New York.’

‘That wouldn’t have stopped her knowing every picture in every room. You’ll see her all-time favourite there.’

‘Vermeer,
Girl Interrupted At Her Music’

‘Not bad,’ said Sam.

‘One more question before I switch the light off. Who is Sebastian?’

‘He’s not Viola.’

‘Sam’s quite something, isn’t she?’ said Emma as she and Harry left the grill room and walked back up the grand staircase to their cabin on the premier
deck.

‘And Seb can thank Jessica for that,’ said Harry as he took her hand.

‘I wish she was with us on this trip. By now she would have drawn everyone, from the captain on the bridge, to Braithwaite serving afternoon tea, and even Perseus.’

Harry frowned as they walked silently down the corridor together. Not a day went by when he didn’t reproach himself for not having told Jessica the truth about who her father was.

‘Have you come across the gentleman in cabin three?’ asked Emma, breaking into his thoughts.

‘Lord Glenarthur? No, but I saw his name on the passenger list.’

‘Could he be the same Lord Glenarthur who was married to my great-aunt Isobel?’

‘Possibly. We met him once when we stayed at your grandfather’s castle in Scotland. Such a gentle man. He must be well over eighty by now.’

‘I wonder why he decided to come on the maiden voyage and not let us know?’

‘He probably didn’t want to bother you. Let’s invite him to dinner tomorrow night. After all, he’s the last link with that generation.’

‘Nice idea, my darling,’ said Emma. ‘I’ll write him a note and slip it under his door first thing in the morning.’ Harry unlocked the cabin door and stood aside to
let her in.

‘I’m exhausted,’ said Emma, bending down to smell the lilies. ‘I don’t know how the Queen Mother manages it day in and day out.’

‘It’s what she does, and she’s good at it, but I bet she’d be exhausted if she tried a few days of being chairman of Barrington’s.’

‘I’d still rather have my job than hers,’ said Emma as she stepped out of her dress, and hung it up in the wardrobe before disappearing into the bathroom.