Another Gibbsian abuse of the novel as he hangs his headlines on a hero -- one Bernard Inglesby, Canadian volunteer, and proceeds to fictionalize the topics of the times. How Bernard, feeling the call strongly, goes over despite his wife, an unaware American. His experiences in Aldershot, where he is billeted, and in London, where he gets to know his English cousins and aunts. He organizes entertainment for the soldiers, concerts and lectures, under the inspiration of Margaret, whose father owns the estate where they are billeted. Slow motion picture up to bombing at a night-club where his cousin is killed and where he realizes he loves Margaret, not his wife. Then solution with his own death in the bombing of Aldershot...Not my English cut of tea.