Until the slim-winged Eastern Air Lines Electra was 20 minutes northwest of Miami one sunbright morning last week, the dark, bushy-browed little man in the front seat seemed to be brooding silently on the dangers of flight. Then he came to life. He beckoned to Stewardess Joan ("Casey") Jones and sent her for more cream for his coffee. When Casey returned, the passenger was gone. Across the aisle, another passenger pointed to the cockpit door. Casey rattled the handle, kicked the door lightly, could not budge it. She put the waxed cup...
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