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The police constable looked at Ray with a certain puzzled admiration, and was evidently anxious to know what all this deduction meant. And Ray was in the mood to tell him.
"Now, look here," he said. "Quite between ourselves, and it doesn't go any further, you understand. We are on the verge of a very big thing here, and if you do exactly as I tell you and keep your mouth shut, you ought to get something out of it for yourself. Look at those four brown marks, like the twigs of a tree. Close together, aren't they? Now, what do you make of them? But, of course, you don't know. Well, to my mind, they are the marks of a greasy fork."