Margaret looked at their startled faces. She fluttered her hands. "Well, everyone else on the plane was."
The three of them stared at each other. "Did I say something wrong?" she asked nervously. "Well, they were, you know! The stewardesses both had broken their legs. And the flight engineer got a black eye walking into a door. You remember, Bob, you couldn't be sure how it happened, but that must have been it. Even the pilot had cut himself shaving. That very morning!"
Kessler and Brogan had stopped eating and were watching her intently. "Stop staring," she said indignantly. "You're making me nervous. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, dear," Kessler said quietly. "It's very interesting. Go on."
She looked at him suspiciously. "Well, when it comes to the passengers! What do you mean? You know all this!"
"Go on," Brogan said.
"Well, one man was even in another plane crash before. I forget his name."
"Pearlow," Kessler murmured.
"Pearlow, yes. And Dr. Pollitt who was blinded in an accident. I don't really know about your friend Miss Bennett, senator."
Brogan nodded. "She qualifies."