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How can a woman get shot with a venom-tipped blowgun on an airplane, then drop dead without anyone noticing? Don’t ask Hercule Poirot. He was sitting right next to her and even he doesn’t have a clue. Yet.
From seat No. 9, Hercule Poirot was ideally placed to observe his fellow air passengers. Over to his right sat a pretty young woman, clearly infatuated with the man opposite; ahead, in seat No. 13, sat a countess with a poorly concealed cocaine habit; across the gangway in seat No. 8, a detective writer was being troubled by an aggressive wasp. What Poirot did not yet realize was that behind him, in seat No. 2, sat the slumped, lifeless body of a woman.
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