thirty years ago I was still unmarried and lived with my mother. one morning in april while i was reading a newspaper, i came across some information about a remarkable find of roman silver. it was discovered three years before by a farmer from Mildenhall, in Suffolk, but the discovery or some reason kept in a secret until then. the newspaper article said the treasure sent to the british museum. the name of the farmer was given as Gordon Butcher. the moment i read the story i sprang up from my chair and rushed out to my car/ Mildenhall was about a hundred miles from my home and i knew i got there by lunch-time.

i rode about the town for about half an hour before i found the small house belonging to Gordon Butcher and his family. he had lunch when i knocked on the door.
i asked him if he could talk to me about the treasure. "no, thank you," he said. "i had enough of reporters. i don't want to see any more reporters came to my place." i told him i'am not a reporter but a short-story writer working for magzines and if he'll tell me exactly how he found the treasure, then i'll write a truthful story about it and split the money equally with him. i was expecting him help me and he did