After 30 months of literary and literal digging, a rabbit is found
Who is Ken Thomas? Will he sell the rabbit? In frustration and fascination, all Britain was asking such questions last week as the latest chapter unfolded in a treasure hunt of epic and enigmatic proportions. There were few answers.
For the moment, Thomas was more a what than a who, and an irritatingly evasive what at that. He sat for a BBC interview, but behind distorting glass and in profile. His image was just as cloudy in a London Sunday Times photograph that was deliberately blurred at his insistence....
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