Переведите текст на whatever happened to uncle oscar? " текст ниже " at about ten - thirty, aunt agatha got a telephone call from the bank. " where is your husband, mrs leighton? " asked the bank manager. aunt agatha was very much surprised. " isn't he in the bank? " she asked. " no, he isn't. wherever he is, he is not certainly in his offce, " the bank manager answered. " nobody has seen him yet. we are going to have a meeting in a quarter of an hour. but unfortunately we can't have it without your husband. he has all the papers." " i don't know what to say, " aunt agatha tried to be polite. well, that was it. no news from uncle oscar. life went on. elizabeth soon married and julian got a good jod as an engineer. aunt agatha took a job in the office and enjoyed it. she saw her childrenat weekends. they seldom spoke about uncle oscar. they thought he was dead. i think only one person missed him —- me. we both had one hobby —- collecting stamps. i often thought of my uncle and tried to guess where he could be. three years passed. and then one october afternoon a letter came. it arrived from brazil. i was sure i knew no one in brazil. i opened the envelope. there were some stamps inside. i counted them. there were about fifty stamps there, all brazilian, nothing more. i turned the envelope over, but there was no return address. i took one of uncle oscar's albums of stamps from the shelf and opened it. i wanted to put the new stamps in it. suddenly my eyes fell on several empty places in the book. the most expensive stamps were gone. then i understood everything. i smiled. i knew now where uncle oscar was. i was sure he missed me, he missed our talks about stamps and collections and he discovered a way to tell me where he was. that was his secret and it will be his secret. i will tell nobody.