Aboard the luxurious 22-passenger Imperial Airways liner Frobisher, speeding from Paris to Croydon Airport one evening last week, were a group of travelers that might have been chosen by a cinema director. They numbered 13. Main characters were a sophisticated Manhattan night-club songstress, an aloof British movie actress, an equerry to the Duke of Gloucester, a fun-loving mademoiselle from Paris, a Connecticut Yankee. There were also three solid businessmen, extras.
During the crossing the passengers kept largely to themselves. But when the liner skimmed down over Croydon, then unaccountably roared back up...
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