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…
‘It will be a very acute reader who does not receive a complete surprise at the end.
Times Literary Supplement
‘On finishing Death in the Clouds I found that she had succeeded even more triumphantly than usual.’