From seat No. 9, Hercule Poirot is almost ideally placed to observe his fellow air travelers on this short flight from Paris to London. Over to his right sits a pretty young woman, clearly infatuated with the man opposite. Ahead, in seat No. 13, is the Countess of Horbury, horribly addicted to cocaine and not doing too good a job of concealing it. Across the gangway in seat No. 8, a writer of detective fiction is being troubled by an aggressive wasp. Yes, Poirot is almost ideally placed to take it all in—except that the passenger in the seat directly behind him has slumped over in the course of the flight . . . dead. Murdered. By someone in Poirots immediate proximity. And Poirot himself must number among the suspects.
On a routine flight over the English Channel, a woman is murdered with the venom-dipped dart of a South African blow-gun. How bizarre that the killing should go unnoticed by the planes other passengers. Most ironic of all, though, is that Hercule Poirot, the brilliant detective, was sitting just 15 feet from the victim! Also published as Death in the Air. The novel was previously published as Death in the Air.