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This is a true story that  my  Uncle told me when I was a young boy. It is one of those strange tales that leaves you to wonder... when my uncle Earl Morgan ( we called him Red Morgan) was a young, fashionable chap, he used to motor along the Kings highway from Northamptonshire through Oxford and Newbury to Portsmouth, a trip of approximately one hundred and twenty miles, He told me that one brilliant September day he had pulled over to get petrol at a small station and while he was standing by his motor car his eyes by chance rose to a large stone barn on a slight hillside bordered by hedge rose with a small cottage nearby. In the yard, he c