16/26 You can see that for a man who enlisted in the Artists' Rifles in 1914, and fought his way up to the command of a regiment, nothing could be more painful. It would have been heartbreaking; I should have been years getting over it." The rasp had gone out of his voice. He was speaking in a pleasant, confidential tone, and Mr.Flexen did not believe a word he said. At the least he was exaggerating the distress he would have felt at leaving the Army; but Mr.Flexen had the strongest feeling that he would have felt next to no distress at all. |