And then there were none chapter 5 part 1
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it was so sudden and unexpected that it took everyone's breath away. They remain stupidly staring at the crumpled figure on the ground. Then Dr Armstrong jumped and went over to him, kneeling beside him when he raised his head. His eyes were bewildered, he said in a low, awestruck whisper. My God is dead. They didn't take it in. Not at once. They're there. That young North got in the prime of his health and strength struck down all in a moment. Healthy young men didn't die like that, joking over whiskey and soda. No, they couldn't take it in. Dr. Armstrong was peering into the dead man's face. He sniffed at the blue twisted lips. Then he picked up the glass from which Anthony Marston had been drinking. General MacArthur said, dead. Do you mean the fellow just choked and died? The physician said. You can call it joking if you like. He died of asphyxiation right enough. He was sniffing now at the glass. He dipped a finger into the drugs and very cautiously just touched the finger with the tip of his tongue. His expression alter General MacArthur said the new man could die like that just just joking. Fit. Emily brands a clear voice in the midst of life. We are in death, Dr Armstrong. Stir up, he said brisk. Wisley. No, A man doesn't die of a mere joking. Fed must, instead, wasn't what we call a natural debt, Vera said. Almost enormous. But was there something in whiskey? I am strong. Nodded, Yes. Can't say exactly. Everything points to one of the signs nights. No distinctive smell of Prosek acid. Probably potassium cyanide. It acts pretty well instantaneously. The jinn, the judge said sharply. It was his glass. Yes, the doctor strode to the table where the drinks were. He removed the stopper from the whiskey and smelled and tasted it. Then he tasted the soda water. He shook his head, the both. All right, Lombard said. You mean he must have put this stuff in the glass himself? I am strong, nodded with curiously dissatisfied expression, he said. Seems like it. Blow, said suicide. That's a quick go, where I said slowly, you never think that he would kill himself. He was so alive. He was enjoying himself. When he came down the hill in his car this evening, he looked, he looked. Why? Can't explain. But they knew what she meant. Anthony Marston, in the height of his youth and manhood, had seemed like a being who was immortal and now crumpled and broken. Lay on the floor, Dr Armstrong said. Is there any possibly possibility other than suicide? Slowly, everyone shook their heads. There could be no other explanation. The drinks themselves weren't tampered with, and they all had seen an three must and go across and help himself. It followed, therefore, that any cyanide in the drink must have been put there by Anthony Marston himself. And yet why ST Anthony Marston commit suicide? Those are thoughtfully. You know, Dr, it doesn't seem right to me. I shouldn't have said Mr Martin was a suicidal type of gentleman. I am strong answered. I agree.