And Then There Were None. Agatha Christie

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       CHAPTER 4

      I

      There was a moment’s silence. A silence of dismay and bewilderment. Then the judge’s small clear voice took up the thread once more.

      ‘We will now proceed to the next stage of our inquiry. First however, I will just add my own credentials to the list.’

      He took a letter from his pocket and tossed it on to the table.

      ‘This purports to be from an old friend of mine, Lady Constance Culmington. I have not seen her for some years. She went to the East. It is exactly the kind of vague incoherent letter she would write, urging me to join her here and referring to her host and hostess in the vaguest of terms. The same technique, you will observe. I only mention it because it agrees with the other evidence—from all of which emerges one interesting point. Whoever it was who enticed us here, that person knows or has taken the trouble to find out a good deal about us all. He, whoever he may be, is aware of my friendship for Lady Constance—and is familiar with her epistolary style. He knows something about Dr Armstrong’s colleagues and their present whereabouts. He knows the nickname of Mr Marston’s friend and the kind of telegrams he sends. He knows exactly where Miss Brent was two years ago for her holiday and the kind of people she met there. He knows all about General Macarthur’s old cronies.’

      He paused. Then he said:

      ‘He knows, you see, a good deal. And out of his know-ledge concerning us, he has made certain definite accusations.’

      Immediately a babel broke out.

      General Macarthur shouted:

      ‘A pack of dam’ lies! Slander!’

      Vera cried out:

      ‘It’s iniquitous!’ Her breath came fast. ‘Wicked!’

      Rogers said hoarsely:

      ‘A lie—a wicked lie… we never did—neither of us…’

      Anthony Marston growled:

      ‘Don’t know what the damned fool was getting at!’

      The upraised hand of Mr Justice Wargrave calmed the tumult.

      He said, picking his words with care:

      ‘I wish to say this. Our unknown friend accuses me of the murder of one Edward Seton. I remember Seton perfectly well. He came up before me for trial in June of the year 1930. He was charged with the murder of an elderly woman. He was very ably defended and made a good impression on the jury in the witness-box. Nevertheless, on the evidence, he was certainly guilty. I summed up accordingly, and the jury brought in a verdict of Guilty. In passing sentence of death I concurred with the verdict. An appeal was lodged on the grounds of misdirection. The appeal was rejected and the man was duly executed. I wish to say before you all that my conscience is perfectly clear on the matter. I did my duty and nothing more. I passed sentence on a rightly convicted murderer.’

      Armstrong was remembering now. The Seton case! The verdict had come as a great surprise. He had met Matthews, KC on one of the days of the trial dining at a restaurant. Matthews had been confident. ‘Not a doubt of the verdict. Acquittal practically certain.’ And then afterwards he had heard comments: ‘Judge was dead against him. Turned the jury right round and they brought him in guilty. Quite legal, though. Old Wargrave knows his law. It was almost as though he had a private down on the fellow.’

      All these memories rushed through the doctor’s mind. Before he could consider the wisdom of the question he had asked impulsively:

      ‘Did you know Seton at all? I mean previous to the case.’

      The hooded reptilian eyes met his. In a clear cold voice the judge said:

      ‘I knew nothing of Seton previous to the case.’

      Armstrong said to himself:

      ‘The fellow’s lying—I know he’s lying.’

      II

      Vera Claythorne spoke in a trembling voice.

      She said:

      ‘I’d СКАЧАТЬ