One Little, Two Little, Three Little Indians . . .
Of the ten individuals invited for a weekend getaway on the island, one--at least--has be a real murderer; else who's responsible for the grisl
y, methodical killing off of each [remaining] guest as the hours tick by? The obvious suspect was, initially, the 'man' responsible for the whole event--owner of the island and host Mr. U.N. Owen who, in addition to being absent at his own party, is in fact 'unknown' to all ten guests. The invitations (hinting of feduciary compensation) could've been a way of luring his would-be victims, himself hiding out somewhere as the killer. But the small, featureless island would be hard place for a mouse to hide much less a man, to say nothing of the nearly vacant house that's been searched clean through. If it weren't for an impromptu broadcast over the phonograph accusing every guest of their own subverted murderessness, he might as well not exist at all. So if not Owen, then who? And how's 'he', the killer, going about all this? 
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