‘Everyone should have something nice.’ Lambert winked.
‘Will this be enough?’ Barlow handed it to him.
‘Oh, it’s for me!’ Lambert inspected the watch and smiled. ‘This should do the trick.’
‘At last, I have my ticket to a better place. When do I leave?’
‘Now. Guard, shoot him, please.’
Barlow sank to his knees. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Giving you what you wanted.’
‘I didn’t ask for this.’
‘Then you should say what you mean.’ Lambert shook his head. ‘Semantics, dear boy, semantics.’