In the Agatha Christie's Poirot adaptation of The Murder on the Links, we see elegant lounge singer Bella Duveen in her dressing room. On her table sits a photograph of handsome Jack Renault. As she stares at the photograph, she picks up an elegant knife. Pain infuses her expression, and her gaze turns inward. We can't help but wonder what she's thinking. And what's her fascination with the knife all about?
It is a beautiful knife, isn't it? Why do we see beauty in such weapons?
Dragon Dave
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