His hand had defiled me, and killed me, but he thought only of himself.

On the theory I suppose that hands cannot kill unless bunched into fists.

He reviewed in his mind the means by which a man bound hand and foot, or worse, could kill himself unassisted.

The hand that holds you could just as easily have killed you.

He opens it, and a skeletal hand inside the vault kills him.

Suddenly, he did not seem to have hands to kill with.

Her husband had been murdered, her hands killed or driven off.

But it seems that other hands than mine must kill you.

The reason it all went wrong is that the dead hand of the professional educationalist killed it.

He saw how his hand trembled, and killed the shake with a stab of concentration.