The challenge in most every detective novel is to go over a scene after a crime has been committed and try to piece together what has happened. But what if you could be present as the entire crime unfolded? That, my friend, is the story of And Then There Were None. Ten strangers, each with a dark, hidden past, find themselves visiting an island estate for a week. Some have supposedly been invited by a long-lost aquaintance. Others are there for employment. But one thing soon becomes very clear: none of them are there by chance. Each one has been hand-picked by an unknown perpetrator to meet their fate. One after another, they become victims of murder. They are present in an elaborate, unfolding crime, yet they cannot solve it, and are unable to stop it.
This book was originally published under the title "Ten Little Indians," after the well-known poem. This poem echoes eerily throughout the minds of the victims as one after another falls prey to the grand design of a rich mastermind.
Ten little Indians went out to dine, one choked his little self and then there were nine...
...the housekeeper dies in her sleep
...and then there were seven
...shooting, drowning... the same method is never used twice
...and then there were four
...you could be the next victim
...and then there were none.
Are you getting chills yet?