Strap three between the fingers of your hands and keep the hand rigid with two flat pieces of wood; then let the candles burn down lower and lower--can you imagine?
Or set a candle in a gunpowder trail and lead the trail to a well-oiled heap of shavings thoughtfully heaped about your naked feet.
Or a candle fixed to the shaved head of a man--there are hundreds of variations and the candle plays a part in all of them.

I don't know which Kara had cause to hate the worst, but I know one or two that he has employed." "Was he as bad as that ?" asked T.X.
John Lexman laughed.
"You don't know how bad he was," he said.
Towards the end of the luncheon the waiter brought a note in to T.X.
which had been sent on from his office.
"Dear Mr.Meredith, "In answer to your enquiry I believe my daughter is in London, but I did not know it until this morning.

My banker informs me that my daughter called at the bank this morning and drew a considerable sum of money from her private account, but where she has gone and what she is doing with the money I do not know.

I need hardly tell you that I am very worried about this matter and I should be glad if you could explain what it is all about." It was signed "William Bartholomew." T.X.

groaned.
"If I had only had the sense to go to the bank this morning, I should have seen her," he said.