"A polish for badges."
"Never heard of it."
"Some store in Cressman should stock it."
"They don't. I've tried everything they have." He looked searchingly at Jeff. "Do you have any?"
"Yes but," Jeff laughed nervously, "you've already got me on one charge. I wouldn't care to be up on two."
"Let me see it," the constable urged.
"I'd better not."
"I won't tell a person, and you have the word of Joe Parker for that. Come on. Let's sneak behind this fence and have a look."
"Well—"
In the shadow of the fence, Jeff took a jar of Blecker's Unique Silver Polish from his pack, dipped an end of his handkerchief lightly into it, and carefully rubbed a small portion of the badge. As though by magic, the tarnish disappeared and bright silver gleamed where it had been.