queue-wound

Updated: May 11, 2025

Then with his free hand he tugged the revolver from his coat pocket, holding it by the barrel and bringing the metal butt down on the queue-wound head of the third man, who had no knife, but was struggling with the woman for the metal icicle she had caught up from the floor. Then the five seemed to close in together, and the fight became general. It became a mêlée.

Arthur Stringer - Never-Fail Blake