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THE SILVER TICKET
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picked up the silver ticket again and turned it over and over.
"Look here, Rathbury," he said. "Let me take this silver thing. I know where I can find out what it is. At least, I think I do."
"All right," agreed the detective, "but take the greatest care of it, and don't tell a soul that we found it in this box, you know. No connection with the Marbury case, Spargo, remember."
"Oh, all right," said Spargo. "Trust me."
He put the silver ticket in his pocket, and went back to the office, wondering about this singular find. And when he had written his article that evening, and seen a proof of it, Spargo went into Fleet Street intent on seeking peculiar information.
