After thoughts (Jack admires the dagger!)
As they returned to the house, Jack examined the implement. "Long shaft, solid base, ideal for a man's grip, but a woman could hold this two-handed" he said. He lifted it aloft, "I think you would squirm if this was inside you, Miss Fisher!"
"I can think of better things" said Phryne faintly.
"This would produce quite of spurt of body fluids, if it came into contact with you" continued Jack, engrossed in the weapon.
"Luckily it's in your hands. Although I would like to hold it, if I could!" said Phryne.
"Well, I'd prefer that you didn't lay a hand on it, Miss Fisher, you should never handle weapons you are unfamiliar with. Leave it to someone experienced in these things!"
"Is it wise that you display it exposed and uncovered?"
"Yes, you are right. The locals would be alarmed to see such a lengthy display out in the open, without its cloth covering." Jack held it at varying angles, guessing its length.
"Perhaps you should put it in my beach bag, then Jack"
"Good idea. If you could open the folds, I will push it in. You can guide it; I am not familiar with what is inside your receptacle."
"Perhaps I will just place my hand over its covering" said Phryne, as she watched Jack place the length carefully within her personal things.
"Don't jostle it, it may poke into your hand" was Jack's warning.
"It looks like it's from Gerald's hidden collection" said Phryne as they walked along.
"Has he revealed his collection to you Miss Fisher" asked Jack, somewhat alarmed.
"One or two pieces" said Phryne. "He wanted to show me his rocks."
"I request that you resist looking at his rocks, coins or any other impressive piece he claims as his own" said Jack firmly, as they approached the front door "If his stories are to be believed, I feel that he is only after his own satisfaction, not that of others. I don't know how much grunt work he actually does!"
"If you could walk me to my room, please Jack" asked Phryne, "I feel quite heated after this event!"
"As I recommended Miss Fisher, a nice afternoon in bed is called for!" he replied.
I could carry on ad infinitum about the symbolism of Gerald's desire to impale Phryne on his dagger, and how Phryne had to bring matters to hand be grabbing his rocks and how Jack has timing issues. But I must resist, and let the matter rest before it arises again for another round of thrusting fore thought and production of seminal ideas! Merely to say, that the length of this piece and the point (less-ness) of this extension to the story, is hopefully producing appropriate satisfaction!