Sure-Luck headed for home and after arriving and going inside, he sat at the kitchen table.  He took out the box and opened it.  The badge was so beautiful looking.  But he still had no idea what was so funny about the number he had been assigned.

        'Oh well,' he thought.  'Maybe I should just be happy that I got it, considering what really happened today.'
        He was about to slip the badge into his pocket when he suddenly felt something which wasn't there before.  Taking it out, he gasped, 'GOOD GOSH !'  He couldn't believe what he was looking at.
        In his hand was a silver-gray knob.
        'But, but, . . . . . That was just a dream, wasn't it ? ? ? . . . .