It will only add to your pain.

Do you see this ?" He drew from his pocket what seemed a knife handle, pressed a spring, and from this handle there shot out a blade, long, thin, murderous looking.

"It has a sharp point, oh, a very sharp point." He pricked Rosenblatt in the cheek, and as Rosenblatt squirmed, laughed a laugh of singular sweetness.

"With this beautiful instrument I mean to pick out your eyes, and then I shall drive it down through your heart, and you will be dead.

It will not hurt so very much," he continued in a tone of regret.