General Macarthur Diary Entry

General Macarthur’s Diary

Day 4992, Afternoon

Good Afternoon, friend, Finally on my journey to Soldier Island now. Everything is refreshing and relaxing except for this damn old train I am currently in, shaky like a rocking chair and slow as a tortoise . For God sake, my destination is really no distance at all as the crow flies, I wish I could get off now and start travelling on foot.

It had been 30 years since I had a proper chat with them, my old crony mates. I wonder who exactly is coming to the party, I would hope its General Luther and Admiral Princeton, but I would make do even if its just my old scout Longbottom, used to never liked that fellow, too slick and chatty. Yet for some reason, I think I would be happy to see him again,
I couldn’t get to you because I was burried in my thoughts all night. I have seen thousands die, but not like this. Those death in war are for a good cause, a good purpose to our people and our nation. But Anthony Marston, murdered by a woman’s weapon - poison - during a house party, that’s completely inconceivable.

He was such an lively young man, more lively than any of us present. Death felt like a meaningless concept to him. I was like him once, free of worry. The army changed me. It made me learn what was responsibility, what was honour, what it meant to be English. I am digressing, I should get back to what happened last night.

After all the guest settled down at Mr Owen’s house after dinner, Mr. Rogers, the butler, played a disk on the gramophone in the other room. Out of everyone’s shock, it spitted out words, accusations of murders to be precise, of every guest present at the party, called us prisoners behind bars. I cannot believe it even mentioned Richmond. I had a thousand questions. That BASTARD by the name of Owen, who on earth is him! And how did he know about what happened to
I hope I maintained the right state of the mind in front of all the other guests. Every person present was staring at me at that instant, with shrewd and observant mind like Justice Wargrave and that detective Blore present, any micro expressions would have sold my past out. I also wonder about the accusations towards the other guest, are they truly all murderers? The voice said with such firm tone about this accusations, filled with details, making it sound so convicing. Although I am sure this Owen must be a lunatic, I cannot help but think that he also is a mastermind who had done thorough research on everyone of us. Yet the guests all denied the accusation except for Lombard and Anthony. So, who is the one lying here? I think I have an answer after a long night of pondering. I did a thought experiment to approach my question, by assuming one of the two sides to be telling the truth - since they can’t both be telling the truth - and see if everything make sense according to my current information and observation of these people. I first assumed Owen is the one lying, it is perfectly possible that he is just a self-righteous and self-absorbed vigilante, who overheard rumors about all of us, and decided to play God. Then I did the reverse, supposing what Owen said is true, would it possible that everyone of them is a