cheroot-end

Updated: June 21, 2025

But Beetle was in no case to answer. Limp and empty, they sprawled across the harrow, the rust marking their ulsters in red squares and the abandoned cheroot-end reeking under their very cold noses. Then they had heard nothing the Head himself stood before them the Head who should have been in town bribing examiners the Head fantastically attired in old tweeds and a deer-stalker!

Rudyard Kipling - Stalky & Co.