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"Quite right. If I were to commit one or more murders it would be solely for what I could get out of them. This mass clearance isn't my line of country. Good, then we'll eliminate ourselves and concentrate on our five fellow prisoners. Which of them is U.N. Owen? Well, at a guess, and with absolutely nothing to go upon, I'd plump for Wargrave!"
"Oh!" Vera sounded surprised. She thought a minute or two and then said, "Why?"
"Hard to say exactly. But to begin with, he's an old man and he's been presiding over courts of law for years. That is to say, he's played God Almighty for a good many months every year. That must go to a man's head eventually. He gets to see himself as all powerful, as holding the power of life and death - and it's possible that his brain might snap and he might want to go one step farther and be Executioner and Judge Extraordinary."
Vera said slowly:
"Yes, I suppose that's possible..."
Lombard said:
"Who do you plump for?"
Without any hesitation Vera answered:
"Dr. Armstrong."
Lombard gave a low whistle.
"The doctor, eh? You know, I should have put him last of all."
Vera shook her head.
"Oh, no! Two of the deaths have been poison. That rather points to a doctor. And then you can't get over the fact that the only thing we are absolutely certain Mrs. Rogers had was the sleeping draught that he gave her."
Lombard admitted:
"Yes, that's true."
Vera persisted:
"If a doctor went mad, it would be a long time before any one suspected. And doctors overwork and have a lot of strain."
Philip Lombard said:
"Yes but I doubt if he could have killed Macarthur. He wouldn't have had time during that brief interval when I left him - not, that is, unless he fairly hared down there and back again, and I doubt if he's in good enough training to do that and show no signs of it."
Vera said:
"He didn't do it then. He had an opportunity later."
"When?"
"When he went down to call the General to lunch."
Philip whistled again very softly. He said:
"So you think he did it then? Pretty cool thing to do."
Vera said impatiently:
"What risk was there? He's the only person here with medical knowledge. He can swear the body's been dead at least an hour and who's to contradict him?"
Philip looked at her thoughtfully.
"You know," he said, "that's a clever idea of yours. I wonder -"
II
"Who is it, Mr. Blore? That's what I want to know. Who is it?"
Rogers' face was working. His hands were clenched round the polishing leather that he held in his hand.
Ex-Inspector Blore said:
"Eh, my lad, that's the question!"
"One of us, 'is lordship said. Which one? That's what I want to know. Who's the fiend in 'uman form?"
"That," said Blore, "is what we all would like to know."
Rogers said shrewdly:
"But you've got an idea, Mr. Blore. You've got an idea, 'aven't you?"
"I may have an idea," said Blore slowly. "But that's a long way from being sure. I may be wrong. All I can say is that if I'm right the person in question is a very cool customer - a very cool customer indeed."
Rogers wiped the perspiration from his forehead. He said hoarsely:
"It's like a bad dream, that's what it is."
Blore said, looking at him curiously:
"Got any ideas yourself, Rogers?"
The butler shook his head. He said hoarsely:
"I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea..."
III
Dr. Armstrong said violently:
"We must get out of here - we must - we must! At all costs!"
Mr. Justice Wargrave looked thoughtfully out of the smoking-room window. He played with the cord of his eye-glasses. He said:
"I do not, of course, profess to be a weather prophet. But I should say that it is very unlikely that a boat could reach us - even if they knew of our plight - under twenty-four hours - and even then only if the wind drops."
