Then on the 14th of October 1951 Uncle Oscar got up usual at 6.45, made his own breakfast ( Aunt Agatha, Elizabeth and Julian were still in bed; they never got up before 8 ), left the house and went to the bus stop. Some people who were at the bus stop that day didn`t see him at all. The others were not so sure. They coldn`t say anything difinite. But that was the kind of person Uncle Oscar was. Other people seldom noticed him. One thing was cetain: he never got to the bank that morning.