Sunday the 29th of December 1969 at roughly 1030 a.m.

One questioned.

Alec Yannick told the police.

Norra 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 Villas and Chisick.

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 the gun to be round about and then to Q 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 Yannix was not a monster, but the epitome of Meek.

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

In his life he was passive and assuming 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 Norway, they never met.

In 1943, met.

In 1943, following the death of his father, a Latvian Air Force officer who was killed by

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