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And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.
This will be chapter 16.
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1.
Eons passed,
Worlds spun and whirled.
Time was motionless,
It stood still,
It passed through a thousand ages.
No,
It was only a minute or so.
Two people were standing,
Looking down on a dead man.
Slowly,
Very slowly,
Vera Claythorne and Philip Lombard lifted their heads and looked into each other's eyes.
2.
Lombard laughed.
He said,
So that's it,
Is it,
Vera?
Vera said,
There's no one on the island,
No one at all,
Except us two.
Her voice was a whisper,
Nothing more.
Lombard said,
Precisely,
So we know where we are,
Don't we?
Vera said,
How has it worked?
That trick with the marble bear?
He shrugged his shoulders,
A conjuring trick,
My dear,
A very good one.
Their eyes met again.
Vera thought,
Why did I never see his face properly before?
A wolf,
That's what it is,
A wolf's face,
Those horrible teeth.
Lombard said,
And his voice was a snarl,
Dangerous,
Menacing.
This is the end,
You understand,
We've come to the truth now,
And it's the end.
Vera said quietly,
I understand.
She stared out to sea,
General MacArthur had stared out to sea.
When,
Only yesterday,
Or was it the day before,
He too had said,
This is the end.
He had said it with acceptance,
Almost with welcome.
But to Vera,
The words,
The thought,
Brought rebellion,
No,
It should not be the end.
She looked down at the dead man,
She said,
Poor Dr.
Armstrong.
Lombard sneered,
He said,
What's this,
Womanly pity?
Vera said,
Why not,
Haven't you any pity?
He said,
I've no pity for you,
Don't expect it.
Vera looked down again at the body,
She said,
We must move him,
Carry him up to the house,
To join the other victims,
I suppose,
All neat and tidy.
As far as I'm concerned,
He can stay where he is,
Vera said,
At any rate,
Let's get him out of the reach of the sea.
Lombard laughed,
He said,
If you like.
He bent,
Tugging at the body,
Vera leaned against him,
Helping him.
She pulled and tugged with all her might.
Lombard panted,
Not such an easy job.
They managed it,
However,
Drawing the body clear of high watermark.
Lombard said,
As he straightened up,
Satisfied,
Vera said,
Quite.
Her tone warned him.
He spun around,
Even as he clapped his hand to his pocket.
He knew that he would find it empty.
She had moved a yard or two away and was facing him,
Revolver in hand.
Lombard said,
So that's the reason for your womanly solicitude.
You wanted to pick my pocket.
She nodded.
She held it steadily and unwaveringly.
Death was very near Philip Lombard now.
It had never,
He knew,
Been nearer.
Nevertheless,
He was not beaten yet.
He said authoritatively,
Give that revolver to me.
Vera laughed.
Lombard said,
Come on,
Hand it over.
His quick brain was working.
Which way?
Which method?
Talk her over,
Lull her into security,
Or a swift dash.
All his life Lombard had taken the risky way.
He took it now.
He spoke slowly,
Argumentatively.
Now look here,
My dear girl.
You just listen.
And then he sprang,
Quick as a panther,
As any other feline creature.
Automatically Vera pressed the trigger.
Lombard's leaping body stayed poised in mid-spring,
Then crashed heavily to the ground.
Vera came warily forward,
The revolver ready in her hand.
But there was no need of caution.
Philip Lombard was dead,
Shot through the heart.
3.
Relief possessed Vera,
Enormous,
Exquisite relief.
At last it was over.
There was no more fear,
No more stealing of her nerves.
She was alone on the island.
Alone with nine dead bodies.
But what did that matter?
She was alive.
She sat there,
Exquisitely happy,
Exquisitely at peace.
No more fear.
4.
The sun was setting when Vera moved at last.
Sheer reaction had kept her immobile.
There had been no room in her for anything but the glorious sense of safety.
She realized now that she was hungry and sleepy.
Principally sleepy.
She wanted to throw herself on her bed and sleep and sleep and sleep.
Tomorrow,
Perhaps,
They would come and rescue her.
But she didn't really mind.
She didn't mind staying here.
Not now that she was alone.
Oh,
Blessed,
Blessed peace.
She got to her feet and glanced up at the house.
Nothing to be afraid of any longer.
No terrors waiting for her.
Just an ordinary,
Well-built,
Modern house.
And yet,
A little earlier in the day,
She had not been able to look at it without shivering.
Fear.
What a strange thing fear was.
Well,
It was over now.
She had conquered,
Had triumphed over the most deadly peril.
By her own quick-wittedness and adroitness,
She had turned the tables on her would-be destroyer.
She began to walk up towards the house.
The sun was setting.
The sky to the west was streaked with red and orange.
It was beautiful and peaceful.
Vera thought,
The whole thing might be a dream.
How tired she was.
Terribly tired.
Her limbs ached.
Her eyelids were dropping.
Not to be afraid anymore.
To sleep,
Sleep,
Sleep,
Sleep.
To sleep safely since she was alone on the island.
One little soldier boy left all alone.
She smiled to herself.
She went in at the front door.
The house,
Too,
Felt strangely peaceful.
Vera thought,
Ordinarily,
One wouldn't care to sleep where there's a dead body in practically every bedroom.
Should she go to the kitchen and get herself something to eat?
She hesitated a moment.
Then decided against it.
She was really too tired.
She paused by the dining room door.
There were still three little china figures in the middle of the table.
Vera laughed.
She said,
You're behind the times,
My dears.
She picked up two of them and tossed them out through the window.
She heard them crash on the stone of the terrace.
The third little figure she picked up and held in her hand.
She said,
You can come with me.
We've won,
My dear.
We've won.
The hall was dim in the dying light.
Vera,
The little soldier boy clasped in her hand,
Began to mount the stairs.
Slowly,
Because her legs were suddenly very tired.
One little soldier boy left all alone.
How did it end?
Oh,
Yes.
He got married and then there were none.
Married.
Funny how she suddenly got the feeling again that Hugo was in the house.
Very strong.
Yes,
Hugo was upstairs waiting for her.
Vera said to herself,
Don't be a fool.
You're just tired that you're imagining the most fantastic things.
Slowly up the stairs.
At the top of them,
Something fell from her hand,
Making hardly any noise on the soft pile of carpet.
She did not notice that she had dropped the revolver.
She was only conscious of clasping a little china figure.
How very quiet the house was.
And yet,
It didn't seem like an empty house.
Hugo,
Upstairs,
Waiting for her.
One little soldier boy left all alone.
What was the last line again?
Something about being married or was it something else?
She had come now to the door of her room.
Hugo was waiting for her inside.
She was quite sure of it.
She opened the door.
She gave a gasp.
What was that hanging from the hook in the ceiling?
A rope with a noose already and a chair to stand upon.
A chair that could be kicked away.
That was what Hugo wanted.
And of course,
That was the last line of the rhyme.
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.
The little china figure fell from her hand.
It rolled unheeded and broke against the fender.
Like an automation,
Vera moved forward.
This was the end.
Here,
Where the cold wet hand,
Cyril's hand of course,
Had touched her throat.
You can go to the rock,
Cyril.
That was what murder was.
As easy as that.
But afterwards,
You went on remembering.
She climbed up on the chair.
Her eyes staring in front of her like a sleepwalker's.
She adjusted the noose round her neck.
Hugo was there to see what she had to do.
She kicked away the chair.
That concludes chapter 16 from the story And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.
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