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. "
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. "
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