Helen pulled the rolled-up paper cylinder from her back pocket.

Instantly, the paper cylinders disappeared in a quick flash of flame.

One end of each paper cylinder hovers below their nostrils, the other hangs above the mirrors.

She places the end of her paper cylinder at the end of the line of powder.

I notice that her paper cylinder is a rolled-up five pound note.

Then she lowers the paper cylinder and stands watching me again.

I picked up the pack of reefer I'd bought at the drugstore downstairs, withdrew a yellow paper cylinder, and struck it.

Beenay broke the contact and sat for a long moment staring at the rolled paper cylinder before him, somberly shaking his head.

Me put one end of the paper cylinder between his lips, then held up a small metal gadget and pressed a switch on its top.

Instead, he remained staring at the little paper cylinder in his hand, as though wondering how it got there.