And he had driven Brian forth upon the road.

For that he must atone.
That the solution of everything now lay at hand, Kenny never doubted.
Already he had rocketed sentimentally into inspiration.

If a certain vagueness of detail sent him roving abstractedly around the studio with the letter in his hand, the inspiration in itself was amazingly clear.
Yes, he would fare forth and find Brian.

He would tramp every mile of the road as Brian had done.

He would find the farmhouse, the wood and the river! There happily would be some clue or other that he needed.
And Kenny, in rags and penitential, his feet blistered by the hardships of the road, would overtake his son and apologize for everything.