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Jackson, a senior journalist at Maxwell's Daily 
Mirror, says he saw Ghislaine shredding 
documents aboard her father's yacht shortly after 
his death. The Maxwells denied this, but Jackson 
has never retracted his version. Whatever her 
impulses were after Maxwell died, one thing cannot 
be disputed: Ghislaine was heartbroken. One friend 
described her as 'catatonic' with grief. Rupert Fairfax 
said: 'She worshipped him. He was not just her 
father, he was her hero. Then, as well as having to 
cope with losing him, she had to cope with 
everything people were saying about him.' 
Maxwell's death came when Ghislaine was getting 
over the break-up of her four-year romance with 
Count Gianfranco Cicogna, a member of the Ciga 
hotels clan. The dashing and urbane Cicogna was 
credited by Ghislaine's friends with helping her shake 
off the frumpy image she had at Oxford. 'He told her 
what to wear, where to get her hair cut — everything,' 
said one. 
With her father dead and Cicogna gone, Ghislaine turned up in 
New York, the town she was to conquer. She rented a one-bedroom 
flat on the Upper East Side and began to reinvent herself. She was far 
from destitute. Her father had bought her a pretty mewshouse in South 
Kensington which, in 1992, was valued at £500,000. She also had a 
trust fund that provided her with £80,000 a year, at that time more 
than the prime minister earned. And she was a knockout, with deadly 
charm and, perhaps most importantly, a bulging Filofax. In London, 
she had suffered for her father's crimes. One estimate of the money 
missing from his companies was £727 million. In New York she was a 
celebrity, with an address book full of the names of rich and famous 
friends. Robert Maxwell was a determined soldier, ruthless and,b3i. his 
own admission, an unflinching killer. His daughter, in whose dark 
beauty the old tyrant can still be discerned, was not about to succumb 
to guilt by association. She hit the phone. Soon, she was being seen at 
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