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. "