Sinopsis

A COMET hurtled through the cloudy summer sky. It was a man-made comet of toughened steel and alloy--the New Orleans-New York enger plane. A hoarse, unending snarl of power poured from the exhaust stacks of the three speed-cowled motors. About a dozen people lounged in the cabin. Some toyed with magazines. Others played bridge. They could not have been more at ease under a reading lamp at home. Two of the engers were not so calm, however. Their faces were tense. Their eyes held fear.