Hugh Hamilton
They carefully waltzed up to the freshly grounded plane and made pathetic attempts to peer through the windows.
"I think I see something," something said Hugh as his feet touched the ground.
"Yes?"
"It looks like a person."
"Really?" said Ben mockingly.
The big stairway thing was pushed up to the door of the plane just as a well-dressed man holding a small suitcase lowered his left foot.
"Well this is certainly a surprise," said the man.
"What?" said Hugh, startled. "You're the murderer? What a rip-off"
"No," laughed Tom, "I'm just here for a visit"
"But weren't you in…" began Ben.
"Yes, but only for a few days," said Tom. "I had a very nice judge."
The three men stood silently for a moment until something occurred to Hugh.
"Does this mean we tracked down the wrong plane?" asked Hugh.
"Quite probably," said Ben.
"If you're referring to Poirot's plane," said Tom smugly, "I can tell you that he landed somewhere in the pacific."
Hugh and Ben exchanged a meaningful nod.
"Here," said Tom, throwing Ben a well worn set of keys, "take me plane."
Ben stared at the keys in his hand for a nicely unengaging moment, then shrugged and began ascending the stairway. Hugh quickly followed. There was a brief, hour-long pause before the plane took off. This was followed by a brief, four minute-long pause before the plane crashed into an unspecified ocean.
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