" Emily Brent was thus alone in the dining room. From the kitchen came to him the sounds of dishes. The dizziness disappeared gradually. I felt a sweet lassitude, as if to sleep.
His ears were ringing ... Or was in the room? Ah! If a bee ...! He saw in the window glass. What
Vera had said this morning about the bees ...? Of bees and honey ...
Someone was in the room ... a person with a wet suit ... Beatriz Taylor out of the water ...
If Emily would turn his head ... But it was impossible to move. What if you call her? But ... also impossible to call ... There was nobody in the house was all alone in the house ... Sensed
the sound of footsteps ... heavy footsteps that slid behind her. The drowning happened flickering ... he felt damp smell ... into the buzzing bee glass ... humming ...
At that moment he felt the sting. The bee had planted his thorn in the neck of Miss Brent. "
" Ten Little " - Agatha Christie
(Chapter XII)
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