And Then There Were None

by Agatha Christie

‘But don’t you see, he’s mad? It’s all mad! The whole thing of going by the rhyme is mad! Dressing up the judge, killing Rogers when he was chopping sticks—drugging Mrs Rogers so that she overslept herself—arranging for a bumble bee when Miss Brent died! It’s like some horrible child playing a game. It’s all got to fit in.’

‘Don’t you see? We’re the Zoo… Last night, we were hardly human any more. We’re the Zoo…’

U. N. Owen dealt with cases that the law couldn’t touch.’

‘But that chair wasn’t found kicked over. It was, like all the other chairs, neatly put back against the wall. That was done after Vera Claythorne’s death—by someone else.