Best Kept Secret
Page 16'Boys from far-flung shores have never heard of Mr and Mrs Harry Clifton, or his famous uncle Giles,' explained the headmaster. 'But, as is so often the case, something positive has come out of it because we've become aware that Sebastian has a natural gift for languages that in normal circumstances might have been missed. In fact, he is the only boy in the school who can converse with Lu Yang in his native tongue.'
Harry laughed, but Emma noticed that the headmaster wasn't smiling.
'However,' Dr Hedley continued, 'there may be a problem when it comes to Sebastian sitting his entrance exam for Bristol Grammar School.'
'But he came top in English, French and Latin,' said Emma proudly.
'And he scored one hundred per cent in maths,' Harry reminded the headmaster.
'True, and all very commendable, but unfortunately, at the same time, he languishes near the bottom of his class in history, geography and natural sciences, all of which are compulsory subjects. Should he fail to reach the pass mark in two or more of these, he will automatically be rejected by BGS, which I know would be a great disappointment for both of you, as well as his uncle.'
'Great disappointment would be an understatement,' said Harry.
'Quite so,' said Dr Hedley.
'Do they ever make exceptions to the rules?' asked Emma.
'I can only recall one case in my tenure,' said the headmaster, 'and that was for a boy who had scored a century every Saturday during the summer term.'
Harry laughed, having sat on the grass and watched Giles score every one of them. 'So we'll just have to make sure he realizes the consequences of dropping below the pass mark in two of the compulsory subjects.'
'It's not that he isn't bright enough,' said the headmaster, 'but if a subject doesn't appeal to him, he quickly becomes bored. The irony is, with his talent for languages, I predict he'll sail into Oxford. But we still have to make sure he paddles into BGS.'
By the end of Sebastian's second year, the headmaster felt confident that with a little more effort the boy would obtain the necessary pass mark in five of the six exam subjects. He too had given up on natural sciences. Harry and Emma were beginning to feel more hopeful, but still tried to keep Sebastian up to the mark. And indeed, the headmaster might have proved right in his optimistic assessment, had it not been for two incidents that occurred during Sebastian's final year.
8
'IS THAT YOUR father's book?'
Sebastian looked at a pile of novels stacked neatly in the window of the bookshop. A sign above them read, Nothing Gained by Harry Clifton, 3s 6d. The latest adventure of William Warwick.
'Yes,' said Sebastian proudly. 'Would you like one?'
'Yes, please,' said Lu Yang.
Sebastian strolled into the shop, followed by his friend. A table near the front was piled high with his father's latest hardback, surrounded by paperbacks of The Case of the Blind Witness and Nothing Ventured, the first two novels in the William Warwick series.
Sebastian handed Lu Yang a copy of each of the three books. They were quickly joined by several of his classmates, and he gave each of them a copy of the latest book, and in some cases the other two as well. The pile was rapidly diminishing when a middle-aged man charged out from behind the counter, grabbed Sebastian by the collar and dragged him away.
'What do you think you're doing?' he shouted.
'It's all right,' said Sebastian, 'they're my father's books!'
'Now I've heard everything,' said the manager as he marched Sebastian, who was protesting with every stride, towards the back of the shop. He turned to an assistant and said, 'Call the police. I caught this thief red-handed. Then see if you can retrieve the books his friends ran off with.'
'Don't even think about moving,' he said as he left the office, closing the door firmly behind him.
Sebastian heard a key turning in the lock. He stood up, walked across to the manager's desk and picked up a book, then sat back down and began reading. He'd reached page nine, and was getting to quite like Richard Hannay, when the door opened and the manager returned with a triumphant smirk on his face.
'There he is, chief inspector, I caught the lad red-handed.'
Chief Inspector Blakemore tried to keep a straight face when the manager added, 'Had the gall to tell me the books belonged to his father.'
'He wasn't lying,' said Blakemore. 'That's Harry Clifton's boy.' Looking sternly at Sebastian, he added, 'But that's no excuse for what you did, young man.'
'Even if his father is Harry Clifton, I'm still short one pound and eighteen shillings,' said the manager. 'So what do you intend to do about that?' he added, pointing an accusing finger at Sebastian.
'I've already contacted Mr Clifton,' said Blakemore, 'so I don't think it will be long before that question is answered. While we wait for him, I suggest you explain the economics of bookselling to his son.'
The manager, looking a little chastened, sat down on the corner of his desk.
'When your father writes a book,' he said, 'his publishers pay him an advance, and then a percentage of the cover price for each copy sold. In your dad's case, I would guess that would be around ten per cent. The publisher also has to pay his salesmen, the editorial and publicity staff, and the printer, as well as any advertising and distribution costs.'
'And how much do you have to pay for each book?' asked Sebastian.
Blakemore couldn't wait to hear the bookseller's reply. The manager hesitated before saying, 'Around two-thirds of the cover price.'
'Yes, but I have to pay rent and rates for these premises, as well as my staff's wages,' said the manager defensively.
'So it would be cheaper for my father to replace the books rather than pay you the full amount of the cover price?'
The chief inspector wished Sir Walter Barrington was still alive. He would have enjoyed this exchange.
'Perhaps you could tell me, sir,' continued Sebastian, 'how many books need to be replaced.'
'Eight hardbacks and eleven paperbacks,' said the manager, as Harry walked into the office.
Chief Inspector Blakemore explained to him what had happened, before adding, 'I won't be charging the boy for shoplifting on this occasion, Mr Clifton, just issuing him with a caution. I'll leave it to you to make sure, sir, that he doesn't do anything as irresponsible again.'
'Of course, chief inspector,' said Harry. 'I'm most grateful, and I'll ask my publishers to replace the books immediately. And there will be no more pocket money for you, my boy, until every penny has been paid back,' he added, turning to face Sebastian.
Sebastian bit his lip.
'Thank you, Mr Clifton,' said the manager, and added a little sheepishly, 'I was wondering, sir, as you're here, if you'd be kind enough to sign the rest of the stock?'