And then there were none – Agatha Christie
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Vera Claythorne, in a third-class carriage with five other travellers in it, leaned her head back and shut her eyes. How hot it was travelling by train to-day! It would be nice to get to the sea! Really a great piece of luck getting this job. When you wanted a holiday post it nearly always meant looking after a swarm of children-secretarial holiday posts were much more difficult to get. Even the agency hadn’t held out much hope. And then the letter had come.
“I have received your name from the Skilled Women’s Agency together with their recommendation. I understand they know you personally. I shall be glad to pay you the salary you ask and shall expect you to take up your duties on August 8th. The train is the 12.40 from Paddington and you will be met at Oakbridge station. I enclose five pound notes for expenses.
Yours truly,
Una Nancy Owen.”
And at the top was the stamped address Indian Island, Sticklehaven, Devon.
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Indian Island! Why, there had been nothing else in the papers lately! All sorts of hints and interesting rumours. Though probably
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that was mostly untrue. But the house had certainly been built by a millionaire and was said to be absolutely the last word in luxury. Vera Claythorne, tired by a recent strenuous term at school, thought to herself-“Being a games mistress in a third-class school isn’t much of a catch. school.”
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