Phillip Lombard Journal

Its Phillip Lombard here. Things are pretty queer around this place. I have been accused of some absurd crime. Actually, everyone staying here has been falsely accused. Well, let me start from the beginning. I had to come to this island on a third-class carriage with five other travellers. It was very warm but I was sitting across from this rather attractive lady which made the trip a little less miserable. We got to the house and everything seemed quite normal. That was until Anthony Marston was pronounced dead later on. Was it murder? Was it suicide? It's quite peculiar.  Maybe I should get some rest and I will be able it figure out this situation in the morning.