Ten Little Indians Page #2

But, doctor, you haven't joined us

in this excellent wine.

Water never hurt anybody, Miss Bergen,

especially in my profession.

You have a point there.

Keeps the old hand steady, eh?

May I propose a little toast?

To absent friends, the 10 little Indians

and, of course, our host.

- To our host.

- Absent friends.

I hope Mr. Owen

isn't lost in the snowstorm.

- You could lose your job.

- Don't jinx it, Mr. Lombard.

Come on. Let's cut out

the formality, huh?

- Hugh.

- I'm Ann.

- Hi, Ann. Cigarette?

- Thanks.

- Now, how does that old song go?

- My dear sir, what old song?

Well, you know, sir.

The old nursery rhyme,

"The Ten Little Indians."

There's a copy of the rhyme

hanging on the wall in my room upstairs.

That's funny.

There's a copy in my room too.

- And mine.

- Well, then who's with it?

Who's got the first line?

Ten little Indians went out to dine

One choked his little self

And then there were nine

That's it. Strictly Nurseryville.

Then what happened?

Nine little Indians

Staying up quite late

One went away

And then there were eight

There's a copy of the song

on the piano in the lounge too.

Mr. Owen seems very interested

in little Indians.

Eight little Indians

Traveling to heaven

One met a pussycat

Then there were seven

Seven little Indians

Chopping up sticks

The chopper finished one of them

And then there were six

Six little Indians

Playing with the hive

A bumblebee stung one

And then there were five

Five little Indians

Going in for law

One got chancery

And then there were four

Four little Indians

Feeling ill at sea

A red herring swallowed one

And then there were three

Three little Indians

Walking in the zoo

A big bear hugged one

Then there were two

Two little Indians

Sitting in the sun

One gets all frizzled up

Then there was one

It's all right, general.

He's down to his last little Indian.

Thank God for that.

One little Indian boy

Left all alone

So he went out and hanged himself

And then there were none

And now, sir, will you be good enough

to cease that infernal noise?

My public. Bless them.

Wonderful.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your host speaking.

My name is U.N. Owen.

I have brought you here

to charge you with the following crimes.

General Sir John Mandrake, BC.

That you achieved honor

from dishonor...

... and sent five men

to their certain death.

Ilona Bergen, actress.

That you did bring about

the death of your husband...

... in a most cold-blooded

and ruthless manner.

Dr. Edward Armstrong.

That you did kill Mrs. Ivy Benson...

... and betray your sacred trust.

Arthur Cannon,

judge of the Queen's Bench.

That you were responsible for the death

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