"You know, it beats me - why that young fellow wanted to do himself in! I've been worrying about it all night."
Vera was a little ahead. Lombard hung back slightly. He said:
"Got any alternative theory?"
"I'd want some proof. Motive, to begin with. Well-off I should say he was."
Emily Brent came out of the drawing-room window to meet them.
She said sharply:
"Is the boat coming?"
"Not yet," said Vera.
They went in to breakfast. There was a vast dish of eggs and bacon on the sideboard and tea and coffee.
Rogers held the door open for them to pass in, then shut it from the outside.
Emily Brent said:
"That man looks ill this morning."
Dr. Armstrong, who was standing by the window, cleared his throat. He said:
"You must excuse any - er - shortcomings this morning. Rogers has had to do the best he can for breakfast single-handed. Mrs. Rogers has - er - not been able to carry on this morning."
Emily Brent said sharply:
"What's the matter with the woman?"
Dr. Armstrong said easily:
"Let us start our breakfast. The eggs will be cold. Afterwards, there are several matters I want to discuss with you all."
They took the hint. Plates were filled, coffee and tea was poured. The meal began.
Discussion of the island was, by mutual consent, tabooed. They spoke instead in a desultory fashion of current events. The news from abroad, events in the world of sport, the latest reappearance of the Loch Ness monster.
Then, when plates were cleared, Dr. Armstrong moved back his chair a little, cleared his throat importantly and spoke.
He said:
"I thought it better to wait until you had had your breakfast before telling you of a sad piece of news. Mrs. Rogers died in her sleep."
There were startled and shocked ejaculations.
Vera exclaimed:
"How awful! Two deaths on this island since we arrived!"
Mr. Justice Wargrave, his eyes narrowed, said in his small precise clear voice:
"H'm - very remarkable - what was the cause of death?"
Armstrong shrugged his shoulders.
"Impossible to say offhand."
"There must be an autopsy?"
"I certainly couldn't give a certificate. I have no knowledge whatsoever of the woman's state of health."
Vera said:
"She was a very nervous-looking creature. And she had a shock last night. It might have been heart failure, I suppose?"
Dr. Armstrong said drily:
"Her heart certainly failed to beat - but what caused it to fail is the question."
One word fell from Emily Brent. It fell hard and clear into the listening group.
"Conscience!" she said.
Armstrong turned to her.
"What exactly do you mean by that, Miss Brent?"
Emily Brent, her lips tight and hard, said:
"You all heard. She was accused, together with her husband, of having deliberately murdered her former employer - an old lady."
"And you think?"
Emily Brent said:
"I think that that accusation was true. You all saw her last night. She broke down completely and fainted. The shock of having her wickedness brought home to her was too much for her. She literally died of fear."
Dr. Armstrong shook his head doubtfully.
"It is a possible theory," he said. "One cannot adopt it without more exact knowledge of her state of health. If there was cardiac weakness -"
Emily Brent said quietly.
"Call it, if you prefer, an Act of God."
Every one looked shocked. Mr. Blore said uneasily:
"That's carrying things a bit far, Miss Brent."
She looked at them with shining eyes. Her chin went up. She said:
"You regard it as impossible that a sinner should be struck down by the wrath of God! I do not!"
The judge stroked his chin. He murmured in a slightly ironic voice:
"My dear lady, in my experience of ill-doing, Providence leaves the work of conviction and chastisement to us mortals - and the process is often fraught with difficulties. There are no short cuts."
Emily Brent shrugged her shoulders.
Blore said sharply:
"What did she have to eat and drink last night after she went up to bed?"
Armstrong said:
"Nothing."
"She didn't take anything? A cup of tea? A drink of water? I'll bet you she had a cup of tea. That sort always does."
"Rogers assures me she had nothing whatsoever."
"Ah," said Blore. "But he might say so!"
His tone was so significant that the doctor looked at him sharply.
Philip Lombard said:
"So that's your idea?"
Blore said aggressively:
"Well, why not? We all heard that accusation last night. May be sheer moonshine - just plain lunacy! On the other hand, it may not. Allow for the moment that it's true. Rogers and his missus polished off that old lady. Well, where does that get you? They've been feeling quite safe and happy about it -"
Vera interrupted. In a low voice she said:
"No, I don't think Mrs. Rogers ever felt safe."
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