Best Kept Secret

sure I don’t bump into him before he leaves for Cambridge in the morning. Because I can’t guarantee I
wouldn’t throttle him.’
    ‘I’ve done my best to make sure your paths don’t cross. You’re having dinner at the Savoy this evening with Major Fisher, and tomorrow you have an appointment in the city
first thing in the morning, when you’ll be briefed by a company lawyer on your legal rights once you’ve acquired seven and a half per cent of Barrington’s.’
    ‘And in the afternoon?’
    ‘We’re both going to Wimbledon. Not to watch the women’s final, but to give you ten thousand alibis.’
    ‘And where will Bruno be?’
    ‘Taking his girlfriend to the cinema. The film starts at two fifteen and ends around five, so he won’t hear the sad news about his friend until he gets back in the
evening.’

    When Sebastian climbed into bed that night, he couldn’t get to sleep. Like a silent film, he reran everything that had taken place during the day frame by frame: breakfast
with Tibby and Janice; a trip to Wimbledon in the MG, before watching a nail-biting semi-final with the fourth set finally going to Cooper, 8-6. The day ended with a visit to Madame JoJo’s on
Brewer Street, where he was surrounded by a dozen Gabriellas. Something else he wouldn’t be telling his mother.
    And then, to top it all, on the way home Bruno asked him if he’d like to drive the MG to Cambridge the next day rather than go by train.
    ‘But won’t your father object?’
    ‘It was his idea.’

    When Sebastian came down to breakfast the following morning, he was disappointed to find that Don Pedro had already left for a meeting in the City, as he wanted to thank him for
all his kindness. He would write to him as soon as he got back to Bristol.
    ‘What an amazing time we had yesterday,’ said Sebastian as he filled a bowl with cornflakes and took a seat next to Bruno.
    ‘To hell with yesterday,’ said Bruno, ‘I’m far more worried about today.’
    ‘What’s the problem?’
    ‘Do I tell Sally how I feel about her, or do I just assume she already knows?’ Bruno blurted out.
    ‘That bad?’
    ‘It’s all right for you. You’re so much more experienced in these matters than I am.’
    ‘True,’ said Sebastian.
    ‘Stop smirking, or I won’t let you borrow the MG.’
    Sebastian tried to look serious. Bruno leant across the table and asked, ‘What do you think I should wear?’
    ‘You should be casual, but smart. A cravat rather than a tie,’ suggested Sebastian as the phone in the hall began ringing. ‘And don’t forget that Sally will also be
worrying about what she should wear,’ he added as Karl entered the room.
    ‘There’s a Miss Thornton on the line for you, Mr Bruno.’
    Sebastian burst out laughing as Bruno slipped meekly out of the room. He was spreading some marmalade on a second piece of toast when his friend returned a few minutes later and greeted him with
the words, ‘Damn, damn, damn.’
    ‘What’s the matter?’
    ‘Sally can’t make it. Says she’s got a cold and is running a temperature.’
    ‘In the middle of the summer?’ said Sebastian. ‘Sounds to me as if she’s looking for an excuse to call it all off.’
    ‘Wrong again. She said she’ll be fine by tomorrow, and can’t wait to see me.’
    ‘Then why not come to Cambridge with me, because I’m not fussed about what you wear?’
    Bruno grinned. ‘You’re a poor substitute for Sally, but the truth is I’ve got nothing better to do.’

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    ‘D AMN, DAMN, DAMN ’ caused Karl to come up from the kitchen and try to find out what the problem was. He arrived just in time to see the two
boys disappearing out of the front door. He ran across the hall and out on to the pavement, but could only watch as the orange MG pulled away from the kerb, with Sebastian behind the wheel.
    ‘Mr Bruno!’ shouted Karl at the top of his voice, but neither head turned, because Sebastian had switched on the radio so they could listen to the latest news from Wimbledon. Karl
ran out into the middle of the road and waved his arms frantically, but the MG didn’t slow down. He sprinted after the car as it approached a green traffic light at the end of the road.
    ‘Turn red!’ he screamed, and it did, but not before Sebastian had swung left and begun to accelerate away towards Hyde Park Corner. Karl had to accept that they’d escaped. Was
there a possibility that Bruno had asked to be dropped off somewhere, before Clifton