CHAPTER 21DESTINATION?
Ordinarily, with three passengers who seemed uninterested in papers and magazines, Peggy would have suggested a bridge game. But not these queer, silent men!
She shrugged off her feeling of dread and glanced at her watch. Still half an hour until lunch time.
“I might as well go forward for a look at the controls,” she told herself.
The luxurious carpet was soft beneath her feet as she walked in the aisle. The lounge chairs were soft and comfortable, but the three men were sitting tense and erect.
Peggy pretended to brush bits of dust from a couple of the chairs while she studied these passengers more closely. One was a swarthy-faced dandy, flashily dressed, with sleek, black hair. He chewed his lip nervously and stared out at the cloudless atmosphere. S. Winfred
