You’re My Knife!

Off Beat Detective Stories May 1960

These titles don’t always make the most sense, but this one makes less sense than usual.


One thought on “You’re My Knife!”

  1. Makes sense to me…
    “You’re my knife”, I crooned to the eight inches of tempered steel I held lovingly in my sweating hand… Don’t you talk to your knife… reassure it that it will soon drink deep of the blood of your enemies?

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