Short Story Of Justice Wargrave

The house was empty now on Soldier Island except for the slightest movement in the dark deserted house. Though at a distance small the movement was quite large, almost like a figure moving about. Justice Wargrave was moving around the house still with the black dot of paint on his head and the judge's gown and headpiece on finding every last body that lays there. Wargrave was not dead. He picked Vera Claythorne's body off the hook and noose and put with the rest of the bodies on the island. He said to himself “what fools you mortals be” with a pause he mumbled again “ you should have checked for an actual bullet or a real hole.” As Wargrave placed Vera’s body with the rest he went outside to the generator grabbed a gallon of gas and went