CHAPTER II

THREE FRIENDS Ross Armitage, recently Lieutenant Armitage of the American Expeditionary Forces, sat in the living room of his mother’s home, soaking himself in civilization. He liked the feel of the stuffed chairs, and of the Persian rug under his feet. He enjoyed his immaculate civilian clothes, with the possible exception of his shoes, which though two sizes larger than he had been wont to wear, yet seemed of a cramping narrowness. The achievements of his mother’s cook, now laying herself out to do honor to the h…