“Why do you say that? Any cause to suspect it, eh?”
Jimmy looked at Ronny. If Ronny knew anything now was the time to speak. But to his astonishment Ronny shook his head.
“No cause whatever,” he said clearly.
“And suicide—eh?”
“Certainly not.”
Ronny was emphatic. The doctor was not so clearly convinced.
“No troubles that you know of? Money troubles? A woman?”
Again Ronny shook his head.
“Now about his relations. They must be notified.”
“He’s got a sister—a half-sister rather. Lives at Deane Priory. About twenty miles from here. When he wasn’t in town Gerry lived with her.”
“H’m,” said the doctor. “Well, she must be told.”
“I’ll go,” said Ronny. “It’s a rotten job, but somebody’s got to do it.” He looked at Jimmy. “You know her, don’t you?”
“Slightly. I’ve danced with her once or twice.”
“Then we’ll go in your car. You don’t mind, do you? I can’t face it alone.”
“That’s all right,” said Jimmy reassuringly. “I was going to suggest it myself. I’ll go and get the old bus cranked up.”
He was glad to have something to do.