One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.
When a man's neck's in danger, he doesn't stop to think too much about sentiment.
In the midst of life, we are in death.
When the sea goes down, there will come from the mainland boats and men. And they will find ten dead bodies and an unsolved problem on Indian Island.
That's peace-real peace. To come to the end-not to have to go on. . . . Yes, peace. . . .
That's peace - real peace. To come to the end - not to have to go on... Yes, peace.
