And Then There Were None
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First published in Great Britain by
William Collins Sons & Co Ltd 1939
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From the major BBC series And Then There Were None starring
Douglas Booth, Charles Dance, Maeve Dermody, Burn Gorman, Anna Maxwell Martin,
Sam Neill, Miranda Richardson, Toby Stephenson, Noah Taylor and Aidan Turner
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A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
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Source ISBN: 9780008123208
Ebook Edition © December 2015 ISBN: 9780007422135
Version: 2018-11-20
To
CARLO AND MARY
This is their book,
Dedicated to them with much affection.
Contents
A MANUSCRIPT DOCUMENT SENT TO SCOTLAND YARD BY THE MASTER OF THE ‘EMMA JANE’ FISHING TRAWLER
I had written this book because it was so difficult to do that the idea had fascinated me. Ten people had to die without it becoming ridiculous or the murderer being obvious. I wrote the book after a tremendous amount of planning, and I was pleased with what I had made of it. It was clear, straightforward, baffling, and yet had a perfectly reasonable explanation; in fact it had to have an epilogue in order to explain it. It was well received and reviewed, but the person who was really pleased with it was myself, for I knew better than any critic how difficult it had been.
I
In the corner of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr Justice Wargrave, lately retired