By hell, I think that's the queerest notion I ever heard! Eh? His whisper trailed off into sly cackling laughter. You also told me that when you were a boy in that charming carmelite school you ate pieces of dried cowdung. Cranly, embarrassed for a moment, took another fig from his pocket and was about to eat it when Stephen said: --Don't, please. " "In her successor's place," I suggested, "I should have wished to learn if the office brought with it--" "Necessary danger to life?" Douglas completed my thought.