Mr. Wright reclined on the sofa, his eyes filled with concern.

Across from him, Georgia watched her mother prepare tea for Mr. Wright, her eyes betraying a hint of calculation as she observed the interaction between Polly and Mr. Wright.

As Polly handed the teacup to Mr. Wright, he took a sip and sighed.

"Have you acquired it?"

"Yes. But its toxicity is too potent. It may not be advisable to use it."

"Give it to me," Mr. Wright persisted.

Polly struggled ...