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--
"Very well," was my reply, "tell it to me in your own
way and we can correct any misconceptions later. I must
get to know you better if I am to take your body, and this
is one way of so doing."
"Perhaps I may start with the first actual 'contact'. Then
I can collect my thoughts better." From the railway station
up the road came the braking judder of a train, bringing
late-comers back from the City of London. Shortly there
came the sound of the train starting off again, and then 'the
man' got down to his story while the old lama and I
listened carefully.
"Rose Croft, Thames Ditton," he started, "was quite a
nice little place. It was a house set back from the road with
a garden in front, a small garden, and a much larger garden
at the rear. The house itself had a balcony at the back which
gave quite a good view across the countryside. I used to
spend a lot of time in the garden, particularly in the front
garden because for some time it had been neglected and I
was trying to put it in order. The grass had been allowed
to grow so that it was several feet high and clearing it had
become a major problem. I had already cut half of it with an
old Indian Gurkha knife. It was hard work because I had
to get on my hands and knees and take swipes at the grass
and sharpen the knife on a stone at every few strokes. I was
interested also in photography, and for some time I had
been trying to take a photograph of an owl which lived in
an old fir tree nearby, a fir tree well encased in climbing ivy.

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My attention was distracted by the sight of something
fluttering on a branch not far above my head. I