Ten Little Indians Page #4

claiming he was a friend of a friend.

We've all been taken for the same ride.

I've been told I'd be meeting

important people from the film business.

And I expected to meet

some legal friends.

What about Mr. Blore?

We haven't heard his explanation.

Well, I see no reason to conceal it

any longer. I'm here to do a job.

He's a cop.

You can smell him a mile off.

I beg your pardon, young man.

Private inquiry agent.

Quite a respectable mode of life to be in.

I was hired.

- By whom?

- By this Mr. Owen.

- So you met him?

- No, Your Honor, no.

He enclosed a fat money order

with this letter.

He told me to join the party

as one of the guests.

To spy on us?

Could be, sir. Could be.

I run a reputable agency in London,

and I have my credentials.

Look at the signature on this letter.

"U.N. Owen."

Well, by a small stretch of imagination,

"U.N. Owen" might stand for "unknown."

Not only has Mr. Unknown

enticed us here under false pretenses...

...he has also taken the trouble

to find out a great deal about us.

- It's a pack of lies.

- Quite fantastic.

Oh, I don't know.

Ten little skeletons in 10 little closets.

I don't think you'd better drink

any more.

And I think you're dead sexy.

Please, Mr. Raven.

You know, I'm still not clear

as to Mr. Unknown's purpose...

...in bringing us all together here.

In my opinion, this person,

whoever it may be...

...is out of his mind.

Anyway, and whatever his purpose...

...I think it would be as well

for all of us to leave at once.

I quite agree.

Miss Clyde, as you're there...

...press the bell for Grohmann,

would you, please?

You're quite right, gentlemen.

We can't spend the night here.

We ought to try

and find a hotel down below.

- Grohmann.

- Sir?

How far is the nearest village

from here?

Fifteen miles from

the bottom cable station, sir.

I see. Would you be so kind as

to telephone for the sleighs?

We all wish to leave.

I can't, sir.

The telephone is not working.

Can't you get a message

down by cable car?

No, sir. There's no one there.

And there won't be until Monday morning...

...when the sleigh arrives

with supplies.

Monday morning?

But it's only Friday night.

I'll take the cable car down in the morning

and try to find some transportation.

Nothing we can do until then.

Hey! Who wants to leave, man?

This is a gas.

Why don't we get to the bottom

of this mystery?

At our time of life, sir,

we have no desire for a gas, as you call it.

What's the matter, judge,

lost your sense of adventure?

Too long in those

dusty old courtrooms.

Not me. I'm all for kicks.

Your Honor.

Now, I don't know

about the rest of you...

...but that tape didn't tell

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