The four who have made it to the third night do not trust each other not to be the murderer, because U.N. Owen must be among them, but they each believe they’ve found someone who it isn’t, which oddly allows them all to relax.
No one remembers whose idea it was to light candles against the dark; but it was Blore, already holding a bottle of brandy, who said they should simply drink all the liquor in the house since they’d be leaving soon anyway; and Lombard started playing the swan song indictments on the old photograph until it turned into music. They can’t quite forget that they’re all in danger, but they can laugh about it, and dance, and tell old stories until the moon comes down, promising each other that death is for… the other people.
And Then There Were None
No one remembers whose idea it was to light candles against the dark; but it was Blore, already holding a bottle of brandy, who said they should simply drink all the liquor in the house since they’d be leaving soon anyway; and Lombard started playing the swan song indictments on the old photograph until it turned into music. They can’t quite forget that they’re all in danger, but they can laugh about it, and dance, and tell old stories until the moon comes down, promising each other that death is for… the other people.