Paul stood outside number twenty-two, Rose Tree lane, 	
[6] where he had lived over twenty years ago,	
and tried to see if anyone was home. The dark blue curtains in the living room were completely drawn, even though it was still mid-afternoon. There were no cars parked outside the house, and even the garage, 	
[10] where he used to keep his bike out of the rain,	
was completely empty.	

He took a deep breath and walked up the drive to the front door, 	
[8] which still had the same painted metal numbers screwed into the wood.	
As he looked through the letterbox into the hallway, 	
[7] where he used to sit and wait for hours for his father to get home, 	
long-forgotten memories came back to him. Now the hallway was dark and empty, and there were letters all over the floor.	

It looked as though nobody had been home for weeks. 'Does anyone still live here?' he wondered. Perhaps he should have tried to find out before he'd come. Well, it was too late now. He thought for a while, then turned and walked back down the drive.	

Samantha, 	
[1] who had been watching him from across the street,	
hurried over to meet him. 'Well?' she asked anxiously.
'There's nobody in,' he said. 'It's now or never.'
He walked back to his car,	
[5] which he had parked round the corner out of sight,	
and opened the boot. Inside were two new spades he had bought earlier that day. He handed one to Samantha,	
[12] who grabbed it with both hands, 	
then picked up the other and shut the boot.	

'Let's make this as quick as we can,' said Paul as they hurried back to the house.	
'Fine by me,' said Samantha, 	
[9] whose courage was beginning to leave her.	
They walked down the side of the house and made their way to the bottom of the garden,	
[2] which was so overgrown it was like walking through a jungle.	

'It's buried just here,' said Paul, pointing to a space between two large oak trees. He immediately stuck the spade into the ground and started to dig. The rain, 	
[3] which had been falling softly all day,	
became heavier and heavier as they worked.	

They had been digging for nearly an hour before they found what they were looking for.
'There it is!' shouted Paul as he pointed into the large hole. Samantha, 	
[4] whose hands were red and sore from the digging,	
threw her spade down and looked into the hole.	

'Do you mind if I ask you what you're doing in my garden?'
Paul was so surprised by the voice he nearly lost his balance and fell into the hole. Samantha looked round in astonishment and felt her stomach tighten. Standing about ten metres away was an old man in a brown coat, 	
[11] who had obviously been watching them for some time.