A Tale of Two Choices

"Look at the watch Charles, see how it swings, forwards, backwards, forwards, backwards"

The watch reflecting the hearth fire into Charles's eyes and before he knew it Charles was asleep.

"Now, Charles, tonight you are to do me a favour. I am expecting Ernest Hobson to make a grand entrance. You know how I hate him for having stolen my fiancee. I want you to put this flask of poison into his drink."

Charles nodded in his sleep and took the vial from Edmund's out stretched hand.