无人生还 8

VIII,Mr. Blore was in the slow train from Plymouth. There was only one other person in his,carriage, an elderly seafaring gentleman with a bleary eye. At the present moment he had,dropped off to sleep.,Mr. Blore was writing carefully in a little notebook.,“That’s the lot,
” he muttered to himself. “Emily Brent, Vera Claythorne, Dr. Armstrong,,Manservant and wife: Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.”,He closed the notebook and put it back in his pocket. He glanced over at the corner and the,slumbering ¹ man.,“Had one over the eight, ” diagnosed Mr. Blore accurately ².,He went over things carefully and conscientiously ³ in his mind.,Then soft music filled the air and soothed the slumbering heroes. 接着
，空中响起了柔和的乐声，抚慰着安睡的英雄
。,It is hard to hit the ball accurately.准确地击中球很难。