Well, there's three days out of my life I'll never get back!
The knife has been fixed. To make sure the edge was one, flawless expanse of "toasty," I had to polish out the edge as wide as the tip.
Having said that, it has now returned to its primary function as a "weapon." Without regret, I would give this mini-stiletto to my wife and tell her that if faced with a mugger to "just kill him."
She would then be advised to take this contraption and baptize it in the deepest recesses of Lake Mendota, because I don't want people to think my work has slipped to this.
The blade scratches on the brass liners. Read that again
. Brass mars steel. Never saw that before.
The small button that slides up is supposed to block the activation button from engaging. This one does not, it's just for decoration; the real lock is that clumsy monstrosity on the top of the bolster.
The point is a needle, and while the edge is very sharp, this type of a knife is for stabbing.
However, I've served my time in Purgatory, I will not polish another one like this.