AND THEN THERE WERE NONE by Agatha Christie (1939)
I’ve read this book for the second time for the simple reason that I wanted to revisit Agatha Christie‘s works lying on my dusty bookshelf.
The story is about ten people of different professions and social status who received an unusual invitation from a certain millionaire named U.N. Owen. The invitation requires them to stay for a week in a private island called Indian Island. When they arrived there, they found it amusing to find the nursery rhyme hanging on their rooms and ten little figurines on the dining table.
However, after their first dinner together, they were surprised to hear a recording divulging each person’s dark secret: a crime they have committed in the past. All of them denied the charges and justified their positions until one of them choked and died.
All of them realized that the never present host, Mr. U.N. Owen, is an unknown, the deaths closely resembled the rhyme, and figurines on the dining table disappear one by one. Each of them suspected each other as they die one after the other.
The case baffled the police because they couldn’t figure out who committed ten murders in an island with only ten people. It was considered an unsolved mystery until a message in a bottle containing the confession of the perpetrator reached Scotland Yard.
It was not indicated how many years have passed since the murders when the confession surfaced. And what are the odds that you will acquire a message in a bottle containing such confession from the sea?