“And Then There Were None” by Agatha Christie (1939)

“In the corner of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar and ran an interested eye through the political news in The Times.”

It’s been so long since I read this one that it’s not even on the blog yet, but finally it arrives. And Then There Were None is the jewel in the crown of Agatha Christie’s works, and I defy anyone to read it and not marvel at it. Even if you think you know what happens, I can assure you there’s little more thri...