And Then There Were None Week9

Five people found Rogers in the little wash house across the yard. He had been chopping sticks in preparation for lighting the kitchen fire. The small chopper was still in his hand. A bigger chopper, a heavy affair, was leaning against the door, and the metal of it stained a dull brown. The murderer must have crept up behind him, swung the chopper once and brought it down on his head as he was bending over.

The idiotic rhyme said that “seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks.”
And the next verse was “six little soldier boys playing with a hive.”

After breakfast, Mr. Justice Wargrave suggested that they met to discuss the situation, and every one made a sound suggestive of agreement. They decided to gather in half an hour’s time in the drawing room.

Emily Brent was left alone sitting in the dining room. There was no one else in the house. There was a buzzing in her ears, or was it a real buzzing in the room? It was like a bee, a bumble bee. Presently she saw the bee. It was crawling up the window pane. Vera Claythorne had talked about bees this morning. And then she felt the pain. The bee sting on the side of her neck…

In the drawing room they were waiting for Emily Brent. Then, they went to dining room and found her sitting in the chair in which they had left her. From behind they saw nothing amiss, except that she did not seem to hear their entrance into the room. And then they saw her face, suffused with blood, with blue lips and starting eyes. She was dead.