Where there’s smoke
WHEN is a grenade not a grenade? Perhaps when it’s a flaming pearl of wisdom. I first wondered about this ( COUNTRY LIFE , ) when writing about a dragon table lighter that had sold for £324 at Dreweatt Neate of Newbury, as the company then was. It was an early-20th-century silver-plate amusement made by Walker & Hall of Sheffield. The dragon’s curly tail was formed from an Indian blackbuck’s horn and its head was detachable so that a flaming wick could emerge from
