THE HUNT CONTINUES

Having completed his search underneath and behind the cushions of the sofa, Wilson has moved on to rifle through the kitchen drawers in search of New Elements.

When I enquired how he was doing, he handed me what looked suspiciously like a piece of screwed-up tin foil (probably a chocolate wrapper) and a bit of fluff, and asked me what I thought. 

When I replied, 'Hmmm. This looks like a piece of screwed-up tin foil (probably a chocolate wrapper) and a bit of fluff!' he snatched them back and popped them into an addressed envelope, saying, 'We'll just let the Editor of the New Scientist be the judge of that — as a lay person, you obviously don't have the necessary skills to pronounce on these discoveries!'

Then he added, 'Um, have you got a stamp for the letter?'

Antony was still manning the microscope but TT had long since decided that Cutting Edge Research is less exciting than it sounds and gone back to sleep...