I and a couple of other fellows took what food there was and cleared out.” This passage highlights one of the most interesting points about the novel: its attack on Philip Lombard's callous statement—“Natives don't mind dying, you know. Lombard respects and admires Vera Claythorne, because he. Dr. Armstrong, William Henry Blore, Vera Claythorne, and Philip Lombard all claim to know the identity of the killer. However, no one says the name of his or her. From the beginning, Vera Claythorne seems to be a very positive person. find out in the Epilogue that it was Wargrave all along, but neither Vera nor Lombard.
How do you do? She had been advised by Vera not to say anything about her marital status until dinner. We're going to be family in just seven months, so we must be on a first-name basis. The three of them came in, and one scent filled their nostrils, a scent that left Carolina delighted, but Lombard and Vera dismayed You look a bit green.
How to say this without hurting her mother's feelings? Well, mother, the thing is Claythorne, putting on a happy face.
She and Lombard had tried to eat the tongue served before them, but they only ate one bite and slowly chewed up the bite in their mouths like a cow chewed its curd before swallowing—no, gulping. There was no doubt about it.
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They absolutely hated tongue. Once they had managed to swallow, Carolina broke the awkward silence by saying, "Vera has told me good things about you both. For instance, I've heard you have ambitions to start your own newspaper, Fred. I know it sounds like an unattainable goal; that's what I thought when I first started selling marmalade, but I assure you that gradually working your way up will achieve your wildest dreams.
Claythorne, smiling a bit. Vera sipped her water. Maybe, just maybe, her parents and Philip's mother would be able to get along just fine.
We're family, after all. Claythorne put down his fork and knife. Claythorne put one hand on his shoulder and gave him a Look. Claythorne relaxed and said, "Forgive me for asking, but what exactly became of your husband? Claythorne, relaxing a bit.
It must be terrible to have your husband die the day after your first child is conceived. Claythorne, holding his knife in the exact same threatening position. Everyone save Vera, who had her face buried in her hands turned to stare at Lombard. Claythorne and Carolina turned back to each other.
If looks could kill, they both would've died on the spot. Claythorne slammed his fork into his tongue the meat on his plate, not the tongue in his mouth, though Carolina was on the verge of doing so and sneered, "So you not only seduced that no-good bum, you also seduced some drunkard.
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Claythorne, slowly standing up holding his knife. It was as though Lombard had picked up a bucket of water and quenched a very small fire in order to prevent it from turning into a raging fire that not even water could stop. The three standing people calmly sat back down.
Claythorne muttered, "I'm sorry. She got up from the table. I need you to take me back to the train station right now. I think it would be best for everyone. It's a good thing it didn't get violent. Then, she relaxed and sighed, "Philip Lombard also is the source of the controversial anti-Semitic comments in the novel I believe these now have been removed from all editions. Lombard has many of the qualities of a romantic hero of between-the-wars English genre fiction: Yet he is utterly and unapologetically ruthless and amoral, lacking any compassion or charity for his fellow men.
If Justice Wargrave in Christie's similes is a cold-blooded reptile—a lizard or turtle—Lombard is a savage mammal--a wolf or a panther. If need be he will remorselessly strike, with murderous efficiency. As usual, Lombard makes a judicious, accurate assessment of the situation, unclouded by sentimentality.
Truly these two people occupy the darkest of spaces on Christie's isle of the dead. The following, for instance, is a passage from the original edition of the book, then called Ten Little N! He had said it as though a hundred guineas was nothing to him.
A hundred guineas when he was literally down to his last square meal! There are several things wrong with this. The first thing is that it gives you a wrong impression about the characters—the censored edition makes you think that Lombard knows Morris much better than he really does! So why should he care? This is a crime fuelled by prejudice and selfishness—even General Macarthur, who abused a similar position to send Arthur Richmond to his death, is shocked.
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But more on that in the next instalment. The Russian adaptation goes the opposite direction, adding a scene where Lombard semi-rapes Vera Claythorne, making him into an even bigger villain! Christie never portrays Lombard as a decent or likeable character; his bigotry and egoism make him monstrous.
Many readers on the Agatha Christie website say that they wish Lombard and Vera had survived gotten together at the end in a traditional happy ending.