Be Careful What You Wish For (Clifton Chronicles Series #4)

Be Careful What You Wish For (Clifton Chronicles Series #4)

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Be Careful What You Wish For opens with Harry Clifton and his wife Emma rushing to hospital to learn the fate of their son Sebastian, who has been involved in a fatal car accident. But who died, Sebastian or his best friend Bruno?

When Ross Buchanan is forced to resign as chairman of the Barrington Shipping Company, Emma Clifton wants to replace him. But Don Pedro Martinez intends to install his puppet, the egregious Major Alex Fisher, in order to destroy the Barrington family firm just as the company plans to build its new luxury liner, the MV Buckingham.

Back in London, Harry and Emma's adopted daughter wins a scholarship to the Slade Academy of Art where she falls in love with a fellow student, Clive Bingham, who asks her to marry him. Both families are delighted until Priscilla Bingham, Jessica's future mother-in-law, has a visit from an old friend, Lady Virginia Fenwick, who drops her particular brand of poison into the wedding chalice.

Then, without warning, Cedric Hardcastle, a bluff Yorkshireman who no one has come across before, takes his place on the board of Barringtons. This causes an upheaval that none of them could have anticipated, and will change the lives of every member of the Clifton and Barrington families. Hardcastle's first decision is who to support to become the next chairman of the board: Emma Clifton or Major Alex Fisher? And with that decision, the story takes yet another twist that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

Jeffrey Archer's Be Careful What You Wish For showcases the master storyteller's talent as never before – when the Clifton and Barrington families march forward into the sixties, in this epic tale of love, revenge, ambition and betrayal.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781427239365
Publisher: Macmillan Audio
Publication date: 03/11/2014
Series: Clifton Chronicles Series , #4
Edition description: Unabridged
Pages: 9
Sales rank: 1,017,241
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 5.90(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

JEFFREY ARCHER was educated at Oxford University. He has served five years in Britain's House of Commons and nineteen years in the House of Lords. All of his novels and short story collections—including Best Kept Secret, The Sins of the Father, Kane and Abel, and False Impression—have been international bestselling books. Archer is married with two sons and lives in London and Cambridge.


London and the Old Vicarage, Grantchester

Date of Birth:

April 15, 1940


Attended Brasenose College, Oxford, 1963-66. Received a diploma in sports education from Oxford Institute

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HARRY CLIFTON 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 traveling 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 toward 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 traveling 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 tire 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.

As Marsden drove through unfamiliar towns, Chippenham, Newbury, Slough, Don Pedro Martinez interrupted Emma’s thoughts more than once. Was it possible that he could have been seeking revenge for what had taken place in Southampton just a few weeks ago? But if the other person in the car was Martinez’s son Bruno, that didn’t make any sense. Emma’s thoughts returned to Sebastian as Marsden left the Great West Road and turned north in the direction of the A1; the road Sebastian had been traveling on only hours before. Emma had once read that in times of personal tragedy, all anyone wanted to do was turn the clock back. She was no different.

The journey passed quickly, as Sebastian was rarely out of her mind. She recalled his birth, when Harry was in prison on the other side of the world, his first steps at the age of eight months and four days, his first word, “More,” and his first day at school, when he jumped out of the car even before Harry had had time to put on the brakes, then later at Beechcroft Abbey, when the headmaster had wanted to expel him but granted Seb a reprieve when he won a scholarship to Cambridge. So much to look forward to, so much to achieve, all made history in a moment. And finally, her dreadful mistake when she’d allowed the cabinet secretary to persuade her that Seb should become involved with the government’s plans to bring Don Pedro Martinez to justice. If she’d refused Sir Alan Redmayne’s request, her only son would still be alive. If, if …

As they reached the outskirts of Harlow, Emma glanced out of the side window to see a signpost directing them to the Princess Alexandra Hospital. She tried to concentrate on what would be expected of her. A few minutes later Marsden drove through a set of wrought-iron gates that never closed, before drawing up outside the main entrance of the hospital. Emma got out of the car and began walking toward the front door while Marsden went in search of a parking space.

She gave the young receptionist her name, and the cheerful smile on the girl’s face was replaced with a look of pity. “Would you be kind enough to wait for a moment, Mrs. Clifton,” she said as she picked up a phone. “I’ll let Mr. Owen know you’re here.”

“Mr. Owen?”

“He was the consultant on duty when your son was admitted this morning.”

Emma nodded and began pacing restlessly up and down the corridor, jumbled thoughts replacing jumbled memories. Who, why, when … She only stopped pacing when a starched-collared, smartly dressed nurse inquired, “Are you Mrs. Clifton?” Emma nodded. “Please come with me.”

The nurse led Emma along a green-walled corridor. No words were spoken. But then, what could either of them say? They came to a halt outside a door which displayed the name Mr. William Owen FRCS. The nurse knocked, opened the door and stood aside to allow Emma to enter.

A tall, thin, balding man with an undertaker’s doleful visage rose from behind his desk. Emma wondered if that face ever smiled. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Clifton,” he said, before ushering her into the only comfortable chair in the room. “I’m so sorry we have to meet in such sad circumstances,” he added.

Emma felt sorry for the poor man. How many times a day did he have to deliver those same words? From the look on his face, it didn’t get any easier.

“I’m afraid there’s rather a lot of paperwork to be completed, but I fear the coroner will require a formal identification before we can think about that.”

Emma bowed her head and burst into tears, wishing, as Harry had suggested, that she’d allowed him to carry out the unbearable task. Mr. Owen leaped up from behind his desk, crouched down beside her and said, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Clifton.”

*   *   *

Harold Guinzburg couldn’t have been more considerate and helpful.

Harry’s publisher had booked him on to the first available flight to London, first class. At least he would be comfortable, Harold thought, although he didn’t imagine the poor man would be able to sleep. He decided this was not the time to tell him the good news, but simply asked Harry to pass on his heartfelt condolences to Emma.

When Harry checked out of the Pierre Hotel forty minutes later, he found Harold’s chauffeur standing on the sidewalk waiting to drive him to Idlewild airport. Harry climbed into the back of the limousine, as he had no desire to speak to anyone. Instinctively, his thoughts turned to Emma, and what she must be going through. He didn’t like the idea of her having to identify their son’s body. Perhaps the hospital staff would suggest she waited until he returned.

Harry didn’t give a thought to the fact he would be among the first passengers to cross the Atlantic non-stop, as he could only think about his son, and how much he’d been looking forward to going up to Cambridge to begin his first year at university. And after that … he’d assumed that with Seb’s natural gift for languages, he’d want to join the Foreign Office, or become a translator, or possibly even teach, or …

After the Comet had taken off, Harry rejected the glass of champagne offered by a smiling air hostess, but then how could she know he had nothing to smile about? He didn’t explain why he wouldn’t be eating or sleeping. During the war, when he was behind enemy lines, Harry had trained himself to stay awake for thirty-six hours, only surviving on the adrenaline of fear. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he’d seen his son for the last time, and he suspected not for some considerable time after that: the adrenaline of despair.

*   *   *

The consultant led Emma silently down a bleak corridor until they came to a halt outside a hermetically sealed door, with the single word, Mortuary, displayed in appropriately black letters on its pebbled glass pane. Mr. Owen pushed open the door and stood aside to allow Emma to enter. The door closed behind her with a squelch. The sudden change in temperature made her shiver, and then her eyes settled on a trolley standing in the middle of the room. The faint outline of her son’s body was visible under the sheet.

A white-coated assistant stood at the head of the trolley, but didn’t speak.

“Are you ready, Mrs. Clifton?” asked Mr. Owen gently.

“Yes,” said Emma firmly, her fingernails cutting into the palms of her hands.

Owen nodded, and the mortician pulled back the sheet to reveal a scarred and battered face that Emma recognized immediately. She screamed, collapsed on to her knees and began to sob uncontrollably.

Mr. Owen and the mortician were not surprised by this predictable reaction of a mother at the first sight of her dead son, but they were shocked when she said quietly, “That’s not Sebastian.”


Copyright © 2014 by Jeffrey Archer

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Wildflowers More than 1 year ago
Be Careful What You Wish For by Jeffrey Archer is the fourth installment in The Clifton Chronicles series. In the first three books in the series - Only Time Will Tell, The Sins of the Father and Best Kept Secret, Archer crafted an incredibly epic tale of Harry Clifton's life which begins in 1920. Couching good storytelling with a cast of memorable characters, and gripping plot twists and turns, it has been a really good yarn spun by the master storyteller down through the three books in the series. But the story is far from over. In this latest installment, you are in for another journey that you won't want to end. The third book in the series, Best Kept Secret, ends with a real cliffhanger. Sebastian Clifton and Bruno are involved in a car accident, leaving you on tenterhooks if they had survived or had been killed. Be Careful What You Wish For begins with Harry Clifton and his wife Emma rushing to the hospital to find the fate of their son and his friend. It is an ominous beginning. The book follows the footsteps of Harry, who is now a successful author, Emma finding her way into the treacherous corporate world, Giles Barrington who is a member of the shadow cabinet is planning to marry again after his catastrophic marriage to Lady Virginia Fenwick, and Harry and Emma's adopted daughter, Jessica, who is growing up to be a fine artist. It moves beautifully, and the suspense keeps one riveted right through the story. Be Careful What You Wish For is fantastic, fascinating and fun. Jeffrey Archer, it seems, can do no wrong. His novels have managed to capture the imagination of countless fans worldwide. Novel after novel, series after series he has convincingly proved that he is the master of his chosen field of genre. And this latest series is an affirmation of his storytelling prowess and mastery.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is certainly not one of Mr Archher's best. While it does keep your interest the writing often feels too cute. The storyline feels disconected and haphazared. SPOILER ALERT: The ending settled nothing, and left me dissatisfied and feeling manipulated. The book cannot stand alone and is just another seriel ediition with a cliffhanger ending setting you up to buy another book.. I have been a long time reader of Mr Archer's books. This may be my last. Too bad.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Superb!! Archer delivers, time and again.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love Jeffrey Archer's stories and particularly this series. I am loking forward to the next book in this saga.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
OMG This is a stunner. The best by far. Never saw it coming. On the edge of your seat until the very end. You will never guess. ENJOY.........
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic read. Keeps you asking what else could possibly happen.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love these books. This one in particular is full because of reminding us of small details from many books back in the series. A joy to read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the clifton books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love, love, love the Clifton Chronicals. I cannot put the books down. Now, unfortunately I have to wait until Feb. to read book # 5.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Clifton Chronicle series by Jeffrey Weaver is addictive. When you read the first in the series, you won’t be able to stop until you finish all five. Hopefully, there will be more in the future.
Wolfemmy More than 1 year ago
Great characters and story line to get lost in. A favorite author anyway never disappoints. The progression of the characters through tragedies and triumphs had me from the start. A series I don't want to end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
s you might be able to see, I read this whole book in one day. It really is that good. I had no clue when I received the first book in the series how muchI would enjoy the rest of them. The story if the Cliftons and the Barringtons continues in this fourth in the five book saga. The older generation is beginning to feel their age, and this book shifts to the children. Sir Giles is still a MC. Harry is still writing, Emma is taking a bigger interest in Barrington Lines, Jessica is painting her way towards the Royal Academy.....And then, there is Sebastian. At the end of the third book there is an automobile accident that left us wondering who would survive. After many months of recovery and rehab, Seb seems to have come through the ordeal with a different level of maturity that finds him not in College, but being a general "grunt" in a bank. His mentor, Mr. Hardcastle seems to be training Sebastian in hipes that he may be a force in finances someday. And Jessica, at the pinnacle of a future in Modern Art, and afiannced to Clive Bingham, gets a kick in the teeth so shocking it changes every. single. thing. This fourth volume with its suspenseful ending makes you wonder what the last book will bring
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely love this author, and love this series.  I just finished the book on my lunch hour and can't wait for quitting time to go to the bookstore to get the next installment.  Jeffrey Archer is one of my favorite authors, and I have shared him with friends who have become avid fans as well.  Keep writing Jeffrey.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I discovered this series of books earlier this year and by the second book had become thoroughly invested in the Harry Clifton family. I couldn't wait to get the fourth book and finished it in two days! Is the next book out yet?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this book as much as I did the first three books in this series. Hard to put down once you start it. Looking forward to book 5 in the series.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was not easy to put the book down once I started reading. Looking forward to reading more of this family saga.
Libbylikestoread More than 1 year ago
I managed to finish the book, but it was soooo boring. I'm done with the series. I don't care who survives the bombing!
jam4787 More than 1 year ago
I have read quite a few books by Jeffrey Archer and have enjoyed them all. Have really like the saga of Harry Clifton in the previous 3 books and this one continued the tradition. If you want to read, it's almost a must to begin at book 1 to follow what is happening in the rest of the series. They really do not stand alone.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've enjoyed all 4 of the Clifton Chronicles books so much and just got the 5th one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Bring on the next one quickly, please. WRITE FAST!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the series