By the time Pilot J. Nelson Pell was over Boston, on a charter flight from Montreal, it was past midnight. The weather had closed down. For more than an hour, Pilot Pell, a veteran of 7,000 hours of transport flying, flew about in the woolly dark with his three passengers—Thomas Mandell, treasurer of Boston's Carrier-Mandell Inc. (airconditioning) and Mandell's two daughters. At 2:21 a.m., he started to descend. Below him as his little Stinson got near the ground, was a row of lights.
But they did not mark an airport. One of them...
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