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Well, yes but you don't have to attend, many don't. My sister and her husband lived in Surbiton, close to a bus route passing through Esher and Esher was within walking distance from Oxshott, so on Sunday I set forth, catching a bus at Esher and spending a pleasant day with them. Arriving back just before midnight I assembled all my new webbing equipment and then slept well.
She got into the next carriage. I dreamed all the way. On arriving at Oxshott I immediately became systematic.
Garcia, nor what has become of his household." "As to Garcia," said Gregson, "that is easily answered. He was found dead this morning upon Oxshott Common, nearly a mile from his home. His head had been smashed to pulp by heavy blows of a sandbag or some such instrument, which had crushed rather than wounded. It is a lonely corner, and there is no house within a quarter of a mile of the spot.
"In some way we struck up quite a friendship, this young fellow and I. He seemed to take a fancy to me from the first, and within two days of our meeting he came to see me at Lee. One thing led to another, and it ended in his inviting me out to spend a few days at his house, Wisteria Lodge, between Esher and Oxshott. Yesterday evening I went to Esher to fulfil this engagement.
Garcia, of Wisteria Lodge, was found dead on Oxshott Common, his body showing signs of extreme violence, and that on the same night his servant and his cook fled, which appeared to show their participation in the crime. It was suggested, but never proved, that the deceased gentleman may have had valuables in the house, and that their abstraction was the motive of the crime.
I believe the army has been known in such cases to discharge a lone survivor but this lad was not to be consoled. I don't know the outcome. Oxshott does not evoke very happy memories in my mind and for a long time afterwards I harboured thoughts of meeting those three after the war, on more equal terms or on terms more favourable to me but now I can't even remember what they looked like.
Damn all motorists who're in bed tonight." Very faintly through the thin night air came the throb of an engine. Flora clutched his arm. "D'you hear?" "They're coming." "That's no Ford," she said. "It's coming from over there." And she pointed toward Oxshott. "You're right," said Anthony. "Got your gun give it to me." "What for?" "Because that car is going to stop whether it wants to or not."
I felt jaded and dusty, I needed flowers and sunshine; and remembering that some one had told me erroneously, I have since discovered! that the pinewood wherein Sandra Belloni used to sing to her harp, like a nixie, in the moonlit nights, lay near Oxshott in Surrey, I vowed myself there and then to the Meredithian pilgrimage.
When it was all over I returned to Bowden Battery as it was too late to re-join the intensive physical training course. Some days later I was ordered to go to a holding battalion at Oxshott.
Once again I gathered up all my kit and headed east, this time as a private in the RAOC, a draughtsman class III. I detrained at Oxshott station and plodded up the hill to the holding battalion that was in a large private house set in a very large garden on the road between Leatherhead and Esher.
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