After it had died down, Stubbs announced "We’ve had to swop out the straw in John Doe’s cell five times a day," in case Daniel still had lingering doubts as to the efficacy of those purges. "The other inmates have learnt to stand clear of him—except for the coprophiliacs, of course, who must be beaten back with sticks." He nodded to a door a short distance ahead. Coincidentally or not, an umber bullet flew out of its window and impacted on the wig of a passing fop, sending up a pretty burst of white powder. " He should have paid for a guide," Stubbs remarked, leading Daniel, Isaac, and Saturn on a long arc to keep them out of turd-range. "I do wonder whether Mr. Doe might respond well to beatings," Stubbs continued wistfully. "I know you have forbidden it, Doctor, but if you would allow me to have a go at him with the cane—"