And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

AND THEN THERE WERE NONE CHAPTER 9 LOMBARD SAM Slowly: . "So we've been wrong-wrong all along! Built up a nightmare of superstition and fantasy all because of the coincidence of two deaths!"

Armstrong said gravely: "And yet, you know, the argument holds. Hang it all, I'm a doctor, I know something about suicides. Anthony Marston wasn't a suicidal type." Lombard said doubtfully: "It couldn't, I suppose, have been an accident?"

Blore snorted, unconvinced.

"Damned queer sort of accident," he grunted.

There was a pause, then Blore said: "About the woman-" and stopped.

"Mrs. Rogers?"

"Yes. It's possible, isn't it, that that might have been an accident?"

Philip Lombard said: "An accident? In what way?"

Blore looked slightly embarrassed. His red-brick face grew a little deeper in hue. He said, almost blurting out the words: "Look here, doctor, you did give her some dope, you know."

Armstrong stared at him.

"Dope? What do you mean?"

"Last night. You said yourself you'd give her something to make her sleep."

"Oh, that, yes. A harmless sedative."

"What was it exactly?"

"I gave her a mild dose of trional. A perfectly harmless preparation."

Blore grew redder still. He said: "Look here-not to mince matters-you didn't give her an overdose, did you?"

Dr. Armstrong said angrily: "I don't know what you mean."

Blore said: I i I .i "It's possible, isn't it, that you may have made a mistake? These things do happen once in a while."

Armstrong said sharply: "I did nothing of the sort. The suggestion is ridiculous." He stopped and added in a cold biting tone: "Or do you suggest that I gave her an overdose on purpose?"

Philip Lombard said quickly: "Look here, you two, got to keep our heads. Don't let's start slinging accusations about."