touch.
There is only one way in which
this goal could be accomplished.
Mr. Owen...
among the guests.
Consequently, Mr. Owen...
is one of us.
No, no, no.
My dear young lady, this
is no time for refusing
to look facts in the face.
We are all in grave danger.
One of us is U.N.Owen.
I agree that one of us
is possessed by a devil.
I suppose you'll leave
the women out of it.
Do I understand you to assert
that women are not subject
to homicidal mania?
Of course not.
But all the same...
I think...
Doctor, a woman would have
been physically capable
of striking the blow
that killed poor Macarthur?
Perfectly capable...
given a suitable instrument
such as a cosh.
The other two death have resulted
from the administration of drugs.
I think that, no one will dispute
is easily compassed
by a person of the smallest
physical strength.
- You're mad!
- My dear young lady,
do try and restrain your feelings,
I am not accusing you.
I hope, Miss Brent, that you are not
offended by my insistence
that all of us are
equally under suspicion.
Now you're talking, sir!
Let's go into it.
As regards Marston I don't think
there's anything to be done.
A person actually in the room could
have done that even more easily.
Now take Mrs. Rogers.
The people who stand out
there are her husband
and the doctor.
Either of them could have done
it as easy as winking.
I protest!
This is absolutely uncalled for!
I swear that the doze I gave
was perfectly.
Dr. Armstrong, your indignation
is very natural.
Nevertheless you must admit that
the facts have got to be faced.
Either you or Rogers
could have administered
a fatal doze
with the greatest ease.
We come now to the death
of General Macarthur.
I myself will state at once
that I have no valid alibi.
I spent the morning
sitting on the terrace.
There were several
periods during which it
would have been
possible for me
to kill the General,
and return to my chair.
I was with Lombard and
Armstrong all the morning.
They'll bear me out.
- You went to the house for a rope.
- Of course, I did.
Went straight there
and straight back.
You were a long time.
What the hell
do you mean by that?
I only said you were
a long time.
During Mr. Blore's absence,
were you two together?
Certainly. That is, Lombard
went off for a few minutes.
I was only absent a minute or two.
Did either of you two
glance at your watches?
No.
A minute or two
is a vague expression.
- Miss Brent?
- I took a walk with Miss Claythorne.
- Afterwards I sat on the terrace.
- I don't think I noticed you there.
I was round the corner of the house.
It was out of the wind there.
As you can see, even our superficial
inquiry into the circumstances shows
that we cannot say definitely
that any one person
can be considered as cleared
of all complicity.
All we can do at present juncture
is to consider what measures
we must adopt
to ensure our safety.
So far the murderer
has had an easy task
since his victims
have been unsuspicious.
From now on it is our task to suspect
each and every one amongst us.
Forewarned is forearmed.
We won't let it happen again.
That's all.
Thou shalt not be afraid
of the terror by night;
nor for the arrow
that flieth by day.
Thou shalt not be afraid
of the terror by night.
Shalt not be afraid...
Shalt not be afraid...
Miss Brent, let me in.
Miss Brent.
- It's me, Beatrice Taylor.
- Ah, so it's you.
Haven't I told you
that you are fired.
- I am cold. Let me in.
- Get out of here. I want to sleep.
To sleep.
I know the murderer’s name.
Her name is…
Beatrice Taylor.
Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.
What time is it?
Thirty to ten.
Wouldn't have believed
I could have slept like that.
Well, shows you've got
an easy conscience.
What happened? Why is there
no breakfast yet?
Rogers is missing.
He isn't in his room.
And there's no kettle
on and the kitchen fire isn't lit.
What if it's he?
Where’s Miss Brent got