Ten Little Indians

No, I didn't, Mr. Lombard. Why?

Just curious.

I think you have the wrong bag,

Mr. Lombard.

Very observant, aren't you, Mr. Blore?

"C.M."?

Yes, that's right. Charles Morley.

A friend of mine.

I borrowed it and forgot to return it.

You know how it is?

Besides, it's pigskin.

Oh, I beg your pardon, doctor.

I thought it was a cupboard.

It seems we're sharing

a bathroom, doctor.

Oh, I didn't know.

I was just taking a pill. Slight headache.

Yes, it's the traveling, you know.

Affects me the same way.

I've got a bit of a headache too.

You haven't got another pill by any chance?

I'm afraid that was the last.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

A stiff whiskey and soda before dinner

might do the trick, eh?

Yes.

- Mr. Blore?

- Yes?

- The bathroom is yours.

- Thank you.

Ten little Indians went out to dine

One choked his little self

Then there were nine

We could have stayed

in Vienna all along.

You said it was safer

to take another job.

Will you shut up?

They didn't suspect us there.

We were safe.

We won't be safe here if you open

your mouth much louder in this house.

Now, get on with your work.

Just terrific!

Try Ann Clyde.

She's more in your league.

Hey, we professionals

should stick together.

The rest of this party's pretty square.

Down, boy. Down.

What is your league, Mr. Lombard?

General. Going hunting?

Our Mr. Owen seems to keep

quite a considerable armory.

Rather different

from our last meeting.

Our last meeting?

I don't remember.

Oh, come now.

When I was stationed in Berlin?

I'm afraid you're mistaken.

Excuse me.

It seems we're dining with

the 10 little Indians but without our host.

Pity. He missed a jolly good meal.

Yes, indeed. Give our congratulations

to your wife, would you?

Thank you, sir.

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