Mr. Justice Wargrave said quietly:
"We know now exactly where we are."There was no doubt now who was in charge of the situation. This morning Wargrave had sat huddled in his chair on the terrace refraining from any overt activity. Now he assumed command with the ease born of a long habit of authority. He definitely presided over the court.Clearing his throat, he once more spoke."This morning, gentlemen, whilst I was sitting on the terrace. I was an observer of your activities. There could be little doubt of your purpose. You were searching the island for an unknown murderer?""Quite right, sir," said Philip Lombard.The judge went on.
"You had come, doubtless, to the same conclusion that I had - namely that the deaths of Anthony Marston and Mrs. Rogers were neither accidental nor were they suicides. No doubt you also reached a certain conclusion as to the purpose of Mr. Owen in enticing us to this island?"Blore said hoarsely:
"He's a madman! A loony."
The judge coughed.
"That almost certainly. But it hardly affects the issue. Our main preoccupation is this - to save our lives."Armstrong said in a trembling voice:
"There's no one on the island, I tell you. No one!"The judge stroked his jaw.
He said gently:
"In the sense you mean, no. I came to that conclusion early this morning. I could have told you that your search would be fruitless. Nevertheless I am strongly of the opinion that 'Mr. Owen' (to give him the name he himself has adopted) is on the island. Very much so. Given the scheme in question which is neither more nor less than the execution of justice upon certain individuals for offences which the law cannot touch, there is only one way in which that scheme could be accomplished. Mr. Owen could only come to the island in one way."It is perfectly clear. Mr. Owen is one of us..."VI
"Oh, no, no, no..."
It was Vera who burst out - almost in a moan. The judge turned a keen eye on her.He said:
"My dear young lady, this is no time for refusing to look facts in the face. We are all in grave danger. One of us is U.N. Owen. And we do not know which of us. Of the ten people who came to this island three are definitely cleared. Anthony Marston, Mrs. Rogers, and General Macarthur have gone beyond suspicion. There are seven of us left. Of those seven, one is, if I may so express myself, a bogus little Indian boy."He paused - and looked round.
"Do I take it that you all agree?"Armstrong said:
"It's fantastic - but I suppose you're right."Blore said:
"Not a doubt of it. And if you ask me, I've a very good idea -"A quick gesture of Mr. Justice Wargrave's hand stopped him. The judge said quietly:"We will come to that presently. At the moment all I wish to establish is that we are in agreement on the facts."Emily Brent, still knitting, said:
"Your argument seems logical. I agree that one of us is possessed by a devil."Vera murmured:
"I can't believe it... I can't..."Wargrave said:
"Lombard?"
"I agree, sir, absolutely."
The judge nodded his head in a satisfied manner. He said:"Now let us examine the evidence. To begin with, is there any reason for suspecting one particular person? Mr. Blore, you have, I think, something to say."Blore was breathing hard. He said:
"Lombard's got a revolver. He didn't tell the truth - last night. He admits it."Philip Lombard smiled scornfully.
He said:
"I suppose I'd better explain again."He did so, telling the story briefly and succinctly.Blore said sharply:
"What's to prove it? There's nothing to corroborate your story."The judge coughed.
"Unfortunately," he said, "we are all in that position. There is only our own word to go upon."
