Do you know why Caramus took a job in the Permanent Force in England?
It was either that or blowing out his brains.

He could not face his father, a war millionaire.

My God, how could he ?" The boy was walking about his room with face white and lips quivering.
"Caramus was in charge of that Machine Gun Section that held the line and let us get back.

Every man wiped out, and Caramus carried back smashed to small pieces--and his father making a million out of munitions! My God! My God!" A silence fell in the room for a minute.
"Poor old Caramus! I saw him in the City a month ago," said the father.
"I pitied the poor wretch.

He was alone in the Club, not a soul would speak to him.