So even with James! Then in the medley of his thoughts, he broke out:

"Why I saw it in the paper yesterday: 'Run over in the fog!' They didn't

know his name!" He turned from one face to the other in his confusion

of soul; but instinctively all the time he was rejecting that rumour of

suicide. He dared not entertain this thought, so against his interest,

against the interest of his son, of every Forsyte. He strove against it;

and as his nature ever unconsciously rejected that which it could

not with safety accept, so gradually he overcame this fear. It was an

accident! It must have been!

Old Jolyon broke in on his reverie.

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"Death was instantaneous. He lay all day yesterday at the hospital.

There was nothing to tell them who he was. I am going there now; you and

your son had better come too."

No one opposing this command he led the way from the room.

The day was still and clear and bright, and driving over to Park Lane

from Stanhope Gate, old Jolyon had had the carriage open. Sitting

back on the padded cushions, finishing his cigar, he had noticed with

pleasure the keen crispness of the air, the bustle of the cabs and

people; the strange, almost Parisian, alacrity that the first fine day

will bring into London streets after a spell of fog or rain. And he had

felt so happy; he had not felt like it for months. His confession to

June was off his mind; he had the prospect of his son's, above all, of

his grandchildren's company in the future--(he had appointed to meet

young Jolyon at the Hotch Potch that very manning to--discuss it again);

and there was the pleasurable excitement of a coming encounter, a coming

victory, over James and the 'man of property' in the matter of the

house.

He had the carriage closed now; he had no heart to look on gaiety; nor

was it right that Forsytes should be seen driving with an Inspector of

Police.

In that carriage the Inspector spoke again of the death:

"It was not so very thick--Just there. The driver says the gentleman

must have had time to see what he was about, he seemed to walk right

into it. It appears that he was very hard up, we found several pawn

tickets at his rooms, his account at the bank is overdrawn, and there's

this case in to-day's papers;" his cold blue eyes travelled from one to

another of the three Forsytes in the carriage.

Old Jolyon watching from his corner saw his brother's face change, and

the brooding, worried, look deepen on it. At the Inspector's words,

indeed, all James' doubts and fears revived. Hard-up--pawn-tickets--an

overdrawn account! These words that had all his life been a far-off

nightmare to him, seemed to make uncannily real that suspicion of

suicide which must on no account be entertained. He sought his son's

eye; but lynx-eyed, taciturn, immovable, Soames gave no answering

look. And to old Jolyon watching, divining the league of mutual defence

between them, there came an overmastering desire to have his own son at

his side, as though this visit to the dead man's body was a battle in

which otherwise he must single-handed meet those two. And the thought of

how to keep June's name out of the business kept whirring in his brain.

James had his son to support him! Why should he not send for Jo?




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