Not half bad for a fake.

He would put one over on Maggie when he turned in for supper.

Certainly this was the age of imitation.

You couldn't buy a brass button with any confidence.
He put the trinket in his pocket and continued on, soon to forget it.
At six he was off duty.

As he was leaving the precinct the desk sergeant called him back.
"Got change for a dollar, an' I'll settle that pinochle debt," offered the sergeant.
"I'll take a look." The policeman emptied his coin pocket.
"What's that yuh got there ?" "Which ?" "The red stone ?" "Oh, that?
Picked it up on the sidewalk.