Miss Montague hefted it, and looked doubtful.
"It ain't balanced right," she declared.

"Haven't you got one with a heavier handle ?" "Fair enough," said the director.

"Hey, Pickles, let her try that one you got." Pickles, too, was not unwilling to oblige.
"That's better," said the girl.

"It's balanced right." Taking the blade by its point between thumb and forefinger she sent it with a quick flick of the wrist into the wall a dozen feet away.

It hung there quivering.
"There! That's what we want.