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- the kind that was hand and glove with parsons.
    Damned curious business the whole thing! Crazy, nothing less.
    Ever since they had got there - when was that? Why, damn it, it was only this afternoon! Seemed a good bit longer than that.
    He thought: “I wonder when we shall get away again.”
    Tomorrow, of course, when the motor boat came from the mainland.
    Funny, just this minute he didn't want much to get away from the island... To go back to the mainland, back to his little house, back to all the troubles and worries. Through the open window he could hear the waves breaking on the rocks - a little louder now than earlier in the evening. Wind was getting up, too.
    He thought: “Peaceful sound. Peaceful place...”
    He thought: “Best of an island is once you get there - you can't go any further... you've come to the end of things...”
    He knew, suddenly, that he didn't want to leave the island.
    VI
    Vera Claythorne lay in bed, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling.
    The light beside her was on. She was frightened of the dark.
    She was thinking:
    "Hugo... Hugo... Why do I feel you're so near to me tonight?... Somewhere quite close...
    “Where is he really? I don't know. I never shall know. He just went away - right away - out of my life!”
    It was no good trying not to think of Hugo. He was close to her. She had to think of him - to remember...
    Cornwall...
    The black rocks, the smooth yellow sand. Mrs. Hamilton, stout, good-humoured. Cyril, whining a little always, pulling at her hand.
    “I want to swim out to the rock. Miss Claythorne. Why can't I swim out to the rock?”
    Looking up - meeting Hugo's eyes watching her.
    The evenings after Cyril was in bed...
    “Come out for a stroll, Miss Claythorne.”
    “I think perhaps I will.”
    The decorous stroll down to the beach. The moonlight - the soft Atlantic air.
    And then, Hugo's arm round her.
    “I love you, I love you. You know I love you, Vera?”
    Yes, she knew.
    (Or thought she knew.)
    “I can't ask you to marry me. I've not got a penny. Its all I can do to keep myself. Queer, you know, once, for three months I had the chance of being a rich man to look forward to. Cyril wasn't born until three months after Maurice died. If he'd been a girl...”
    If the child has been a girl, Hugo would have come into everything. He'd been disappointed, he admitted.
    “I hadn't built on it, of course. But it was a bit of a knock. Oh, well, luck's luck! Cyril's a nice kid. I'm awfully fond of him.”
    And he was fond of him, too. Always ready to play games or amuse his small nephew. No rancour in Hugo's nature.
    Cyril wasn't really strong. A puny child - no stamina. The kind of child, perhaps, who wouldn't live to grow up...
    And then -?
    “Miss Claythorne, why can't I swim to the rock?”
    Irritating whiney repetition.
    “It s too far, Cyril.”
    “But, Miss Claythorne...”
    Vera got up. She went to the dressing-table and swallowed three aspirins.
    She thought:
    “I wish I had some proper sleeping stuff.”
    She thought:
    “If I were doing away with myself I'd take an overdose of veronal - something like that - not cyanide!”
    She shuddered as she remembered Anthony Marston's convulsed purple face.
    As she passed the mantelpiece, she looked up at the framed doggerel.
    Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
    One choked his little self and then there were nine.
    She thought to herself:
    “It's horrible - just like us this evening...”
    Why had Anthony Marston wanted to die?
    She didn't want to die.
    She couldn't imagine wanting to die...
    Death was for - the other people...

And Then There Were None

Chapter 6
    Dr. Armstrong was dreaming...
    It was very hot in the operating room...
    Surely they'd got the temperature too high? The sweat was rolling down his face. His hands were clammy. Difficult to hold the scalpel firmly...
    How beautifully sharp it was...
    Easy to do a murder with a knife like that. And of course he was doing a murder...
    The woman's body looked