Passenger to Frankfurt Author:Agatha Christie There were two passengers in the transit lounge at Frankfurt Airport whose lives were to depend on what took place in the next thirty minutes. — Sir Stafford Nye was a diplomat returning to London after attending a commission in Malaya. Fog had caused his plane to be diverted to Frankfurt. He would arrive in London two hours late at least. — He ... more »sighed, yawned, and wished something would happen. He pushed aside the folds of the cloak it was his affectation to wear when traveling -- a kind of bandit's cloak, concealing the face, which he once purchased in Corsica. It was a noticeable garment -- but Stanford Nye had a liking for the bizarre.
A young woman sat down beside him. Her face was vaguely familiar. Someone he had once met, he supposed. She held a magazine but was not reading. She was staring at him.
Then suddenly she spoke -- a deep contralto voice, with a slight foreign accent.
'Why not?' Stafford Nye said lightly. 'It seems we have time to waste.'
This casual encounter on a Trans-European passenger flight to London was to lead them to strange and unexpected places, to encounters with people as yet unknown to them, into a maze of conspiracy and plotting and danger.
Twenty minutes later Trans-European Airlines announced the departure of their Flight 309 to London.
And in a corner of the transit lounge in Frankfurt a man in a dark suit lay slumped against the back of his seat, apparently asleep. On the table in front of him was an empty beer glass.« less