<p>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.</p> <p>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 plane's 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. </p>