"Only one of us may control the destiny of James Sunderland!"
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved old Rover. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his kibble or chew toys I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the mutt, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.