his little self…
- Who is it?
- Doctor.
- What is it?
- It’s the wife, doctor.
I can’t get her to wake.
- Dressing-gown.
- Yes, yes.
Here, here it is.
Yes, she’s gone.
Is she…
She…
Did she take things before,
Rogers?
To make her sleep?
She didn’t have nothing
last night, sir, except what you
gave her, Doctor…
What is it with him today?
He forgot to give me coffee.
You must excuse any
shortcomings this morning.
Rogers had to prepare
the breakfast himself
for Mrs. Rogers
could not help him.
She died in her sleep.
Very remarkable…
How awful!
Two death on this island.
It might have been heart
failure, I suppose?
Her heart certainly failed to beat -
but what caused it to fail is the question.
- Conscience!
- What do you mean by that?
You all heard, she was accused,
together with her husband,
of having deliberately murdered
her former employer.
You all saw
her last night.
She broke down completely
and fainted.
The shock of having
her wickedness brought home
to her was too much for her.
That’s carrying things
a bit far, Mrs. Brent.
You regard it as
impossible that a sinner
should be struck down by the wrath
of God! I do not!
Mrs. Brent, Providence leaves
the work of conviction
and chastisement to us mortals.
Allow for the moment
that Rogers and his missus
polished of that old lady.
Well, where does that get you?
They’ve been feeling quite safe
and happy about it.
No, I don’t think Mrs. Rogers
ever felt safe.
That’s as may be.
Anyway there’s no active danger
to them as far as they know.
Then, last night, some unknown
lunatic spills the beans.
The woman cracks -
she goes to pieces.
Notice how her husband
hung over her?
Not all husbandly solicitude!
He was like a cat on hot bricks.
Scared out of his life
as to what she might say,
if the whole thing’s going
to be racked up.
Ten to one, the woman
will give the show away.
She hasn’t got the nerve
to stand up and brazen it out.
She’s a living danger
to her husband
that’s what she is.
So he slips something
into a cup of tea.
There was no empty
cup by her bedside.
Of course there wouldn’t be!
First thing he’d do would be
to take that cup and saucer away…
- But I should hardly think…
- …and wash it up carefully.
But I should hardly think it possible
that a man would do that - to his wife.
When a man’s neck’s in danger,
he doesn’t stop to
think about sentiment.
Is there anything more
I can get you?
I’m sorry but we’ve
right run out of bread.
The boat never came,
and the food was not brought.
What time does the motor
boat usually come over?
Between seven and eight, sir.
Sorry to hear about
your wife, Rogers.
Doctor’s just been telling us.
- Thank you, sir.
- Accept my condolences.
- We are all sorry.
- So am I.
Thank you. Excuse me.
It’s not an accident – that’s
what I say, Mister Lombard.
It’s part and parcel of the whole
business. It’s all bound up together.
The motor boat won’t come,
you think?
Of course it won’t come.
You think not too, General?
We’re counting on the motor boat
to take us off the island.
We’re not going
to leave the island.
It’s the end, you see -
the end of everything.
That’s peace - real peace.
It's meaningless to undertake anything.
Meaningless...useless.
There goes another one who’s balmy.
Looks as though it’ll end
with the whole lot going that way.
I don’t fancy you will, Blore.
It wouldn’t take me off my head.
And I don’t think you’ll be
going that way, Mr. Lombard.
Please, sir,
if I could have word with you.
- What’s the matter, man?
- Inside, sir, come in here.
There’s things going on that I don’t
understand. You’ll think I’m crazy.
Don’t go on talking
in riddles, Rogers.
It’s those little china figures.
Ten of them, there are.
I’ll swear to that, ten of them.
Yes, ten. We counted them
last night at dinner.
That’s just it, sir. Last night,
when I was cleaning up,
there wasn’t but nine.
I noticed it and thought