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pg 146  "General Macarthur - "
Dead! The word burst from Vera explosively
Armstrong said
Yes.... hes dead¨

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Vera claythorene in a third-class carriage
brodey ,jackson

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"Hugo was there to see she did what she had to do. She kicked the chair away..."

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a purple discolorured face a hideous drowned face

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"Now look here, my dear girl, just listen-"
And then he sprang. Quick as a panther- as any other feline creature....
Automatically Vera pressed the trigger.
Preston/Ashley

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" They found Blore. He was spreadeagled on the east side, his head crushed and mangled by a great block of white marble.  -Ashley Williams

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dillan

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the murderer name is beatrice Taylor

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Chapter 3, Nehamiah, Miss Vera Elizabeth Claythorne, that on the 11th day of August, 1935, you killed Cyril Ogilvie Hamilton.

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Chapter 3, Nehamiah, Miss Vera Elizabeth Claythorne, that on the 11th day of August, 1935, you killed Cyril Ogilvie Hamilton.

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PG 47.

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"In the corner of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench..."

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"The small quiet voice of Mr.Justice Wargrave said:"One more of us acquitted-----too late"

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no question of heart failure or anything like that macarthur was hit with a life preserver of something such thing on the back of the head

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"You can go to the rock Cyril...
That was what murder was-as easy as that! But afterwards you went on remembering...."

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Chapter 4 page 74, "he picked up his drink and drank it off at a gulp. Too quickly, perhaps. He choked- choked badly. His face contorted, turned purple. He gasped for breath- then slid down off his chair, the glass falling from his hand."

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Emily Brent sat upright, her head held high. In both cheeks was a spot of hard color.
Preston/Ashley

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Chapter 3  PG  93 It was a few minutes before he straightened himself and turned  from the bed Rogers whispered is-she-is-she

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Chapter 3  PG  93 It was a few minutes before he straightened himself and turned  from the bed Rogers whispered is-she-is-she

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PG 93

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pg 266-267  "Ordinarily one wouldn't care to sleep where there's a dead body in practically every bedroom!"

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"philip lombard that upon a date in february 1932 you were guilty of the death of twenty-one men, members of an east african tribe .

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"Story's quite true! I left 'em! Matter of self preservation. We were lost in the bush. I and a couple fellows took what food there was and cleared out."

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general macarthur said; you'll be glad too when the end comes

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anthony sprang to help him between them they lifted up the women and carried her into the drawing room
brodey jackson

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"There was a moment' s petrified silence and then a resounding crash! Rogers had dropped the coffee tray -Ashley Williams

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"......Miss Claythorne,did she appear to be troubled by a sense of quilt or a feeling of remorse for her attitude in the matter?"

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original purchase by an american millionaire who was crazy about yachting-......

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"..surrounded with the most up to date applaincies and the most luxurious furnishings and waited---waited through the empty days for his venture to succed or fail..."

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Nevertheless he was not beaten yet give the revolver to me

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vera claythorne lay in bed wide awake staring up at the ceiling

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"One more of us acquitted... too late!

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miss brent remained alone sitting erect in her chair

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Chapter 1, A non smoking Miss Emily Brent sat vary upright as was her custom.

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Chapter 1, A non smoking Miss Emily Brent sat vary upright as was her custom.

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PG 7

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in a non smoking carriage miss emily brent sat very upright as was her custom

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She fitted the nuise around her neck and kicked the chair

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She fitted the nuise around her neck and kicked the chair

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pg 4, vera claythorne, tired by a recent strenuous term at school,thought to herself,´´being a games mis-tress in a third-class school isn´t much of a catch if only she could get a job at some decent school

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Chapter, 15 Hugo was there to see she did what she had to do. She kicked away the chair.... 

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Chapter, 15 Hugo was there to see she did what she had to do. She kicked away the chair.... 

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PG 269

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chapter 1 page 11
" Armstrong was driving his Morris across Salisbury plain."

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"Relief posed Vera---enormous exquiste relief.At last it was over....She was alone on the island...Alone with nine dead bodies..."

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he bent over the bed where the women was lying peacefully on her side. he lifted the cold hand raised the eyelid. it was some few minutes before he straightened himself and turned from the be. Rogers whispered: Is--she--is she--?¨ He passed his tongue over dry lips. Armstrong nodded. ¨Yes, she´s gone.

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she climbed onto the chair her eyes staring in front of her like a sleepwalker´ s    She ajusted the noose round her neck. Hugo was there to see what she had to do. She kicked  away the chair