26-03-19 VIII Anthony Marston was in his bath. He luxuriated in the steaming water. His limbs had felt cramped after his long drive. Very few thoughts passed through his head. Anthony was a creature of sensationand of action. He thought to himself: Must go t...

26-03-19 VII Mr Justice Wargrave thought to himself: Armstrong? Remember him in the witness-box. Very correct and cau- tious. All doctors are damned fools. Harley Street ones are the worst of the lot. And his mind dwelt malevolently on a recent interview he...

26-03-19 V Vera had followed Mrs Rogers upstairs. The woman had thrown open a door at the end of a passage and Vera had walked into a delightful bed- room with a big window that opened wide upon the sea and another look- ing east. She uttered a quick exclama...

26-03-19 V Vera had followed Mrs Rogers upstairs. The woman had thrown open a door at the end of a passage and Vera had walked into a delightful bed- room with a big window that opened wide upon the sea and another look- ing east. She uttered a quick exclama...

26-03-19 IV The boat churned its way round the rock. Now at last the house came into view. The south side of the island was quite different. It shelved gently down to the sea. The house was there facing southlow and square and modern-looking with rounded win...

26-03-19 III Fred Narracott sat by the engine thinking to himself that this was a queer lot. Not at all his idea of what Mr Owens guests were likely to be. Hed ex- pected something altogether more classy. Togged up women and gentle- men in yachting costume a...

26-03-19 II They came up over a steep hill and down a zigzag track to Sticklehavena mere cluster of cottages with a fishing boat or two drawn up on the beach. Illuminated by the setting sun, they had their first glimpse of Soldier Is- land jutting up out of...

26-03-19 Chapter 2 I Outside Oakbridge station a little group of people stood in momentary un- certainty. Behind them stood porters with suitcases. One of these called, Jim! The driver of one of the taxis stepped forward. Youm for Soldier Island, maybe? he a...

26-03-19 VIII Mr Blore was in the slow train from Plymouth. There was only one other person in his carriage, an elderly seafaring gentleman with a bleary eye. At the present moment he had dropped off to sleep. Mr Blore was writing carefully in a little noteb...

26-03-19 VII Tony Marston, roaring down into Mere, thought to himself: The amount of cars crawling about the roads is frightful. Always some- thing blocking your way. And they will drive in the middle of the road! Pretty hopeless driving in England, anywayNo...