to -
that's another mystery?
Good morning, gentlemen.
The sea is as high as ever.
I shouldn’t think any boat
could put out today.
Have you been wandering
about the island alone?
Don’t you realize that that’s
an exceedingly foolish thing to do?
I assure you that I kept
an extremely sharp lookout.
- Seen anything of Rogers?
- No.
Why?
Look!
The Indians! Look!
There are six.
Even if there had been any fingerprints,
the rain washed them off.
Miss Claythorne, we should make
breakfast for the men.
Breakfast will be ready
in half an hour or so.
Would it have needed
great force, doctor?
A woman could have done it
if that's what you mean.
Any one who's mentally unhinged has
a good deal of unsuspected strength.
Do they keep bees on this island?
Tell me that. Where do we
go for honey?
Miss Claythorne.
You thought I was mad.
Haven’t you read that
idiotic rhyme, have you?
You have not?
It’s up in all your bedrooms
put there for you to study!
“Seven little Indian
boys chopping up sticks.
One chapped himself in halves…
And then there were six.”
We might have come here
straightaway if we’d had sense.
And the next verse.
“Six little Indian boys playing with a hive.
A bumblebee stung one…
…and then there were five.”
I’m asking. Where is that bumblebee?
Thank you…
I’m all right now.
You have such self-control,
Miss Brent.
I lived in India for a long time.
My father was a Colonel.
Thank you, Miss Claythorne.
Anything the matter, Miss Brent?
I...
I wanted to help Miss Claythorne,
but I feel so giddy.
- Giddy, eh?
- Yes.
Must be a delayed shock.
- I can give you some medicine.
- No!
I'll just sit here quietly till
the giddiness passes off.
Take a seat in this armchair, Miss Brent.
You'll be more comfortable here.
What a job we've got.
No one will envy.
- Except for them.
Everything is relative, Blore.
To them we are the lucky ones.
That's enough. Let everyone
stay where he is.
Pretty soon there will be a corpse
in every room anyway.
It is she. She's gone mad.
Old spinsters go that way.
In the morning I went to the kitchen
and saw her there.
Calm, neat,  didn't even  forget
to put the apron on.
And the apron is probably Mrs. Rogers'.
And says: " Breakfast will be ready
in half an hour or so."
She’s mad.
Religious mania -
thinks she’s God’s instrument.
You know, she sits in her room
and reads her Bible.
That’s hardly proof positive
of an unbalanced mentality.
When Rogers was killed, she’d been
down to look at the sea.
The murderer of Rogers would take jolly
good care to be rolled up in bed snoring.
You’re missing the point, Mr. Lombard.
She’d only do that if she knew
that she had nothing to fear.
That’s to say
if she herself is the criminal.
That’s a good point...
Yes, I hadn’t thought of that.
Glad you don’t still
suspect me, Blore.
I did start by thinking of you
that gun and
the queer story you told.
But I’ve realized now that
was really a bit too obvious.
Hope you feel
the same about me.
All I can say is, if you’re the criminal,
you’re a damned fine actor
and I take my hat off to you.
We’ll probably both be a couple
of stiffs before another day is out,
you did indulge in that
spot of perjury, I suppose?
Oh, here is goes.
Landor was innocent
right enough.
The gang had got me squared and
we got him put away for a stretch.
Mind you, I wouldn’t admit this.
If there were any witnesses.
It’s just between you and me.
Well, I hope you made
a tidy bit out of it.
Didn’t make what
I should have done.
And he got penal
servitude and died in prison.
- I couldn't know that he would die.
- Sure, you couldn’t know.
- That was your bad luck.
- Mine?
His, you mean.
Yours, too.
Because, as a result of it, your
own life is going to be cut short.
My? Not me!
Anybody, but not me.
I’m watching out for myself
pretty carefully, I can tell you.
Well, I’m not a betting man.
And anyway if you were
dead I wouldn’t get paid.