Ten Little Indians Page #6

the cable's broken, they'll send help.

But that may not be for a few days.

Nobody's due until Monday.

There's one thing

this fellow Owen forgot.

If we're cut off, so is he.

He's a nut,

and we've got to catch him.

You mean he's here,

hiding somewhere in the house?

There was nobody when we...

When we arrived.

How can you be sure?

He could have hidden himself

before you got here.

Yes, we must search the house,

organize it properly.

But before we do that...

...there's one thing

I'd like to say to you all.

Last night we heard

a series of accusations.

Lies. False accusations.

Absolute lies.

Were they, doctor?

I wonder.

One man said not...

...and he's dead.

For my own part...

...I must confess

to a certain degree of guilt.

I was young.

Still only a captain, in fact.

It was an error of judgment.

Five men were killed.

- General.

- No, sir, I wish to speak.

They were killed...

...my nerve broke, and I fled.

Because nobody knew the truth...

...I was decorated and promoted.

How does this help?

It helps me to be able

to talk about it at last.

It may help you to do the same.

Mr. Owen seems to know

a great deal about each of us.

If we all say

just what is in our minds...

...it might help us to find a common link

which would identify him.

Is there anyone else

who wishes to speak?

Very well.

Then we form

two search parties.

I'll take charge of one.

Lombard, you take the other.

We'll start at the top

of the house and work down.

Right.

Blimey, you could hide

a regiment down here.

Creepy, isn't it?

Come on.

Oh, here they are.

Here are the others.

- Any success, Mr. Lombard?

- No, nothing.

We've cleared the top of the house.

There's no one there.

- Where's the general?

- Search us.

- We thought he was with you.

- No, we must have got separated.

- General?

- General Mandrake?

Here I am.

We thought we'd lost you.

Just doing a little reconnaissance.

It's a regular maze down here.

There's so much area to cover

that I think we should vary our tactic...

...and split into pairs for this.

My dear, will you come with me?

Ann?

- Shall we go together, judge?

- By all means.

That leaves me and you.

Right, we all take different directions.

Judge. Blore. Lombard.

Stand by, everyone.

Rendezvous back here in 10 minutes.

Move off.

The general's having the time of his life.

Why did you pick me, Sir John?

What's the use of carrying

a secret inside you, Miss Bergen...

...when it turns into a cancer?

You have no right to talk like that.

Alone among all of us, I have the right.

You see, we both know what happened

to your husband in Berlin.

Wait here.

Miss Bergen?

Miss Bergen?

Who's that?

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