Justice Lawrence Wargrave - Perfection!

Could my plan have gone any better? I accomplished my goal (with ease if I say so myself), and left no prints or evidence behind. It was not a very difficult plan to execute, mainly because of the alliance I had with Dr. Armstrong. I quickly got on Armstrong’s good side and it became simple from there on out. My death was easy to fake. Since Armstrong was the only person who could diagnose the deaths, it was easy to arrange the situation so that he would be the only person to come near me.
Unfortunately, I had to dispose of Armstrong as well as the others. I effortlessly lured him to a cliff, drew him near the edge, and nudged him off the cliff. I had a secret supply of Cyanides and Chloral Hydrate on the island and they helped with knocking off Marston, Mrs. Rogers, and Mrs. Brent. Neither Rogers nor MacArthur heard me come up behind them, and I simply cracked their skulls to eliminate them. I was all set in position for Blore to enter the house and effortlessly pushed the clock out the window. I had no involvement with Mr. Lombard’s death, I merely watched from one of the bedroom windows. I never knew how smart Mrs. Claythorne was, and I admit, she made a pretty slick move. When this was unfolding, I was also setting up a noose on the same hook that I hung the seaweed from, with a chair to kick over. I then waited in the corner of the room, covered by shadows and a curtain, and watched Mrs. Claythorne kick the chair away. The cleanup work was easy. I only had to move the chair up against the wall.
I then went into my room to set up the revolver. This was probably the hardest murder to set up, as the gun had to land right underneath my handkerchief. The gun was now in place. I had my fun, and now it was time for my exit…

Justice Lawrence Wargrave - Death After Death, After Death...

There have been more deaths over the last 18 hours than any other point in this trip. Another two guests have been killed. Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Brent have both been murdered. This is my perspective of Mr. Rogers' death.
Early this morning, Mr. Rogers went out to chop wood for a fire. While he was in the wash house, the murderer came up behind him and hit him over the back of the head with a large ax. When we found where Mr. Rogers' body was, we noticed a large ax with a brown area on the blade, verifying it was the utensil used to murder Mr. Rogers. Meanwhile, only six figures were on the dining room table.
Mrs. Brent’s death could have been the most peculiar of all of the murders. After breakfast had concluded, Mrs. Brent claimed to be feeling “giddy.” Dr. Armstrong offered to give her some medications, but she angrily rejected the offer. (I personally feel like all of the guests are losing faith in Dr. Armstrong. Ever since Marston’s death due to the Cyanides and Mrs. Rogers’ sleeping medications, he is among the top suspects for the murders.) After this, all of the guests but Mrs. Brent left the room. She was left there by herself until just before lunch, when we eventually wondered where she was. We entered the dining room to find her slouched in her chair with blue lips and a red face. Once again, the doctor predicted cyanides, but this time they were injected by a syringe. The doctor admitted to having a syringe with him, but when we went to his room to find it, it was nowhere to be found. We went back downstairs to the scene of Mrs. Brent’s murder, and found the window open. Outside, we found a syringe and the sixth Indian statue. Both were clean with no fingerprints.

Justice Lawrence Wargrave - Interesting Conversation

I wonder who will be next. I strongly believe that the killer is among one of the guests in this house. There is just no way that Mr. Owens has evaded all of the guests’ sight for the past few days. There is so much evidence that he is not one of the guests, but I have a strong gut feeling that someone has been lying this whole time.
I have considered everybody for all of the murders but I could not single out any one individual, as it could be anybody. I am sure the other guests have all been suspicious about me, but it could be for good reason. I have taken charge of them right from the start. I am however, particularly suspicious about Dr. Armstrong. Two of the deaths were due to poisoning, and Dr. Armstrong is the most likely candidate to possess those types of drugs. For General MacArthur, Armstrong could just as easily say that MacArthur’s body was dead for an hour, while avoiding all suspicion. Lombard is the only guest that possesses a gun, but none of the accidents were related to any type of shooting. Plus, Indian Island is so small, it would be simple to hear a gunshot. Mrs. Brent has been quiet this whole time, but not to the point where she has been ruled out as the “Mr. Owen.” I am sticking to my word when I say anybody on the island could be the potential killer.

Justice Lawrence Wargrave - Dropping Like Flies!

My goodness! The guests of this house have certainly not been having a very good vacation; three of them have died already! Anthony Marston, Mrs. Rogers, and General MacArthur have all died since we arrived at this house. Peculiar, isn’t it?
Anthony Marston died very strangely, but Dr. Armstrong finally arrived at a cause for his death. He had supposedly choked on his drink, and suffocated, but Dr. Armstrong found traces of Potassium Cyanide in his drink. Dr. Armstrong said Potassium Cyanide is deadly and can react very quickly. It was very surprising and hard to take in. The majority of the guests just stood still for a few seconds to take in what had just happened. It was shocking and hard to believe for all of us. Mr. Marston was so energetic and positive, I would never have imagined this happening to him. Later on, the idea of suicide was proposed, but he was just not the suicidal type.
In my opinion, Mrs. Rogers just died of fright. The voice we heard was much unexpected, and most certainly terrifying. Nobody had expected it, even Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, who were the two who were instructed to play the record. Once again, Dr. Armstrong diagnosed a heart attack, which for a person of her stature could be very well possible. Mr. Rogers told all of us that she never experienced any type of health problems, especially with her heart, but this could very well be another one of his lies.
General MacArthur was perhaps the strangest of all the murders. I was not out scouting around the island with the other three guys, but I could almost tell that MacArthur wasn’t well that day. He was acting unlike himself the past day, very quiet. I heard from Mr. Blore that he said that none of us are to leave this island. Maybe he is right.

Justice Lawrence Wargrave - What an Evening!

What a strange sequence of events! Last night, after dinner had concluded, a strange voice came on over the loudspeaker. It called out all of the names of the guests at the house and told of them being responsible for the murder of many various people, including me, for the murder of Edward Seton. I remember that case very well now. Edward Seton was charged with the murder of an elderly woman. The jury had found him guilty, and I sentenced him to death, and rejected the appeal. He was executed. I was solely sentencing a convicted murderer, just like any other judge would. I was simply doing my job.
A loud thumping noise was heard in the other room. We all went to investigate and saw Mrs. Rogers sprawled out in a heap on the floor of the kitchen. The poor woman was scared half-to-death. She finally recovered and had a few drinks of brandy. The one mysterious thing about the recording was who set on the recording? I took into effect Mr. Rogers attitude while the recording was put on and asked if he was the person who put it on. At first he denied it, but he finally admitted to having set the recording on orders from his boss, Mr. Owen. Mr. Owen had instructed Mr. Rogers to put on a record in a drawer near the gramophone. He picked the only record and it was titled “Swan Song .” Mrs. Rogers was then told to put on the gramophone when Mr. Rogers entered the drawing room with the coffee.
The next hour or so was spent further inquiring about the accusations. I had realized that there was no "Mr. Davis" mentioned on the recording. I delved into this and found that this "Mr. Davis" was hired by Mr. Owen as well, and that his real name was William Henry Blore. "Why would it be necessary for him to lie like this?" I thought. Both Mr. Owen and Mr Blore have become very suspicious characters.
Most of the guests admitted to their "murders" but few actually considered it a murder. Mrs. Brent however denied all accusations and did not say anything more on the subject. Yet another person on my list of people to watch.

Justice Lawrence Wargrave - First Impressions

Boy, what a train ride. It seemed to be much longer than it should have taken, especially the two hours from Somerset to Oakbridge Station. Once I arrived at the station, I saw the other guests, who appeared to be of some importance. But then again, they must be of some importance to Ms. Constance Culmington. However, a few of them seem very suspicious and cautious to me, like they think something terrible is going to happen. Very well, I have not come to worry, but rather to have some time off and relax on the Devon shore.I rode in a taxi up to the estate with a lady by the name of Emily Brent. She seemed extremely polite, yet had a very stern stature to her. I tried multiple times to strike up conversations with her, such as “Beautiful weather we are having,” but she merely replied “yes, indeed,” and kept her straight position with her legs crossed and handbag in her lap. I was able to find that she had not yet been to Indian Island, yet she had been to other parts of Devon, such as Cornwall and Torquay. Once we arrived at the mansion, I finally realized how big it really was. There was no question all of the guests could fit. The setting appears to be very relaxing. I was shown to my room by the host, Mr. Rogers. The room was quite comfortable, yet I noticed a very strange nursery rhyme posted on the wall:

"Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law; One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo;A big bear hugged one and then were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun; One got fizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none. "