 Which accounts, I imagine, for all these trophies on the walls. Eh? Oh, oh, the animal head. Collected in Central Africa over a good many years. Nothing any fool couldn't do. But, uh... Here is a trophy for you, Mr. Thurston. Oh, yes. What is it? Polished quartz? No, it's rutile. Beautiful job of cutting, isn't it? I attached it to this watch chain so I could swing it. Like a pendulum. Watch it glitter.