The Passenger

The PassengerHe Took His Aisle Seat--22C--in the 707 for Rome. The plane was not quite full and there was an empty seat between him and the occupant of the port seat. This was taken, he was pleased to see, by an exceptionally good-looking woman--not young, but neither was he. She was wearing perfume, a dark dress and jewelry and she seemed to belong to that part of the world in which he moved most easily. "Good evening," he said, settling himself. She didn't reply. She made a discourag...