But science fell with a crash.

Dennis Brown took his "Form at a Glance" from his pocket, and sadly began to tear the pages across.

Harold Jupp looked on at that act of sacrilege.
"It doesn't matter," he said, and offered his invariable consolation.
"Flat racing's no use.

We'll go jumping in the winter." But Harold Jupp was never again to go jumping in the winter.

Long before steeple chasing began that year, he was lying out on the flat land beyond the Somme, with a bullet through his heart.
Dennis Brown returned "Form at a Glance" to his pocket; and Millie Splay drew Harry Luttrell away from the group.
"I want to introduce you to Joan Whitworth," she said, and she turned to the chair in which Joan had been sitting a few moments ago.
It was empty.
"Why, where in the world has Joan gone to ?" she exclaimed.
"She has fled," explained Jupp.