And Then There Were None

We want to draw our audience into a web of deceit, subterfuge. Crafted by the mistress of the art, Agatha Christie.

Ten guilty strangers are trapped on an island off the coast of Devon.

One by one they are accused of murder; one by one they start to die.

Statuettes of little soldier boys on the mantle of the house fall to the floor and break, one by one, as those in the house succumb to a diabolical avenger.

A nursery rhyme tells how each of the ten 'soldiers' met his death until there were none.

Prepare to have your spines tingled!