Sunday the 29th December,

at roughly 10.30 a.m.

One questioned. Alec Yannix told the police.

Nora left me the day before I went back to work.

I got up, made coffee.

I took her a cup in bed and said good morning. She did not answer.

That day, after 12 years together, even though she had fled a brutal marriage in Mansfield,

to live a happier life with a quiet, bookish little man who loved her without question.

Their relationship would come to an end.

In the sitting room of their ground floor flat, a Kendall Villa is in Chiswick.

She was putting on her makeup.

I asked her if she was going out. She told me she was leaving for good.

I told her I didn't want to witness her going. So I put on a coat and walked to the Gunnersby roundabout and then to queue bridge. When I returned to the flat, it was getting dark,

and Nora had gone.

That was the story Alec told to the police.

Only none of it was true.

Alexander Leonard Yanix was not a monster, but the epitome of Meek.

Described by everyone who knew him as conscientious, meticulous, and a perfectionist in his work,

in his life he was passive, unassuming and quiet.

A man who would rather suffer all manner of inconveniences than speak up for himself. As without a violent streak or an angry bone in his body,

he lived his life as a very gentle man.

Born on the 5th of August 1927, in Riga, Latvia, being six years younger than Nora,

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