kongo

She had picked up the kongo, and the Colt Python was in her hand.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

When the black rod with the mushroom-shaped ends was jerked hard it came loose-and she had a kongo in her hand.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

Her right arm swept across the floor, groping for the kongo, a brick, anything to strike with.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

The kongo was in her hand as she came through the window, swerving to one side as she made a snapshot appreciation of the scene.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

The kongo was gripped against his wrist bone, pressing on a nerve.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

The fingers of her right hand sought the kongo clamped under her left armpit; only minutes ago she had eased the little weapon out from within the firmly bound chignon which hung at the nape of her neck.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

Modesty's side-step barely let the foot carry past her ribs; she darted in and struck with the kongo, aiming for the side of the neck.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

She stood poised, one foot jammed against the man's neck, holding the arm rigid, crushing the kongo against the nerve.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

She struck sideways with the kongo, and the jutting hardwood knob drove into the dorsum of his hand.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965

Now the kongo was in her left hand, and in her right was the little MAB Brevete automatic, drawn from the soft leather holster belted beneath her sweater.

Modesty Blaise O'Donnell, P. 1965