Listen, how true this is: "And nations will fall into the pit, which they digged for themselves. And they will get caught up in the nets, which they set up themselves." Yes. I think, it's time to stop searching. The murderer is sitting in the dining-room. I bet, the murderer is this old spinster. And the motive? The motive? Come. Here she is. Miss Brent? Miss Brent? Damn it! She’s dead! One more of us poisoned - too late! Look - a bumblebee. It wasn’t that bee that stung her! A human hand held the syringe. That’s the mark of a hypodermic syringe. The bumblebee is dead. “A bumblebee stung one and then there were five” He’s a playful beast. Likes to stick to his damnable nursery jingle as closely as possible! It’s mad. We have still, I hope, our reasoning powers. Did any one bring a syringe to this house? I did. Always travel with one. Most doctors do. - Quite so. - Where that syringe is now? - In the suitcase in my room. We might, perhaps, verify that fact. Please. Somebody must have taken it! I tell you someone must have taken it. There are five of us here in this room. One of us... ...is a murderer. The position is fraught with grave danger. We must do something! You, Mr. Lombard, have in your possession a gun. I’m damned if I’ll give up my gun! Mr. Lombard, you are a very strongly built man, but ex-Inspector is also a man of powerful physique. Dr. Armstrong and we will on Blore’s side, and assist him to the best of our ability. Oh, very well then. I’ll fetch it. I think it would be desirable if we went with you. Oh, very well then. Please. What? Of course! The engine’s not been run today since Rogers hasn’t been there to see to it. We could go out and get it going, I suppose. There are packets of candles in the larder, I saw them, better use those. Doctor, help me please. And just where is the gun? It's here, in the house. Only the owner of the gun can answer this question. You are an idiot, Blore. How many times do I have to say that it was stolen. I've got a terrible headache. I'll go, lie down. Of course, of course. We will guard your sleep. - Would you like us to follow you? - No, thank you. If needed, I will call. I am listening. It seems to me you have something to say. The more I think about this matter, the more it seems to me... that all threads lead to one person. In the meantime, we'll be all killed in our sleep. Well, I agree, but on one condition: that we keep all together Who is alone makes it easier for the maniac. Look at that! Miss Claythorne… What's it with her? Miss Claythorne. Doctor! - What is that? - Head on the pillow, there. Wake up, Miss Claythorne. What was that? Seaweed? Why seaweed? You’d better drink this, Miss Claythorne. - Drink it yourself. - I got it from downstairs. Good for you, Vera! You’ve got your wits about you. What is it? What? Don't even dare say that I wanted to poison... Here... - Here’s one murder that hasn’t gone according to plan! - You think - that was what was meant? - Expected you to pass out through fright! Some people would have, wouldn’t they, doctor. Hmm, impossible to say. Miss Claythorne - young healthy subject no cardiac weakness. Unlikely… - Where’s the judge? Incidentally, where’s the judge? - He, too, heard screaming. - So, where is he? - We were together. - Where's he? Seems like we've been tricked again. - Mr. Wargrave, where are you? - Mr. Wargrave! Quiet! The judge is killed. Look, he has his wig on, and the mantle. Five little Indian boys going in for law? One got in Chancery... and then there were four. That's the end of Mr. Bloody Justice Wargrave. No more sending innocent men to death. Here's the last time he’ll ever sit in court. How Edward Seton would laugh if he were here! Only four of us now… Who’ll be the next? We must be very careful… You’re repeating the judge’s words. That’s what he ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Кин-Дза-Дза на английском - текст Назад в будущее 2 на английском - текст Жмурики на английском - текст Ежик в тумане на английском - текст Тепловой удар на английском |