Men, Women and Guns by H.C. McNeile

Two reasons have impelled me to tell the story of Hugh Latimer, and both I think are good and sufficient. First I was his best friend, and second I know more about the tragedy than anyone else -- even including his wife. I saw the beginning and the end; she -- poor broken-hearted girl -- saw only the end.

There have been many tragedies since this war started; there will be many more before Finis is written -- and each, I suppose, to its own particular sufferers seems the worst. But, somehow, to my mind Hugh's case is without parallel, unique -- the devil's arch of cruelty. I will give you the story -- and you shall judge for yourself.