Next morning, the sun was shining. Toby was doing his newspaper round. He was thinking about Mr Elliott and the newspaper cutting. He arrived at number seventeen. He put hid bike against the wall. It was seven o'clock in the morning. Mr Elliott was up early. He was working in his garden. 'Hello,'he said to Toby. 'Good morning,'Toby replied. Toby had an idea. He wanted to look in the desk again. 'I lost a pen yesterday,'he told the man. 'Perhaps it fell into one of the drawers. 'We can look in the drawers,'said Elliott. 'Come in.