Quirley

He stood there smoking a rolled quirley cigarette held in his left hand, looking back, intently, at the spot where the portly judge had just disappeared down the Pullman aisle.

Layla was twisting the ends of a cigarette, regarding it thoughtfully. […] "A girl's allowed a vice or two, just like a man," she said defiantly, holding out the quirley between her thumb and index finger.