It's ten days old. I forgot to throw it away now. He could see the words of the artical in his head: 'Mysterious Death of Lady Passeger on a Cross-Channel Boat' Ossipon was afraid, afraid of the future and of his own madness. Only he knew what had really happened and he could tell no one. Only he knew the story behind 'the lady in a black dress and veil who was staring out to sea and seemed to be in some awful trouble.' He knew about the fear behind that white face and he knew about the love of life that fought with the fear and despair. At five o'clock in the morning she had disappeared from the boat. Someone had found a wedding ring lying on the seat where she had sat earlier. There was a date on the beside of the ring: 24 June 1879.