The document summarizes the arrival of family and friends at the King David Hotel in Jerusalem to mourn Robert Maxwell's death. Many limousines brought Maxwell's family from locations around the world, including his children and their spouses. They gathered in Maxwell's presidential suite at the hotel, which was now occupied by his widow Betty. People greeted each other and discussed funeral arrangements while Betty comforted her daughter and dealt with business matters. The suite became crowded as more people arrived to pay respects.
The document summarizes the arrival of family and friends at the King David Hotel in Jerusalem to mourn Robert Maxwell's death. Many limousines brought Maxwell's family from locations around the world, including his children and their spouses. They gathered in Maxwell's presidential suite at the hotel, which was now occupied by his widow Betty. People greeted each other and discussed funeral arrangements while Betty comforted her daughter and dealt with business matters. The suite became crowded as more people arrived to pay respects.
The document summarizes the arrival of family and friends at the King David Hotel in Jerusalem to mourn Robert Maxwell's death. Many limousines brought Maxwell's family from locations around the world, including his children and their spouses. They gathered in Maxwell's presidential suite at the hotel, which was now occupied by his widow Betty. People greeted each other and discussed funeral arrangements while Betty comforted her daughter and dealt with business matters. The suite became crowded as more people arrived to pay respects.
on board. The others were going to mourn. The pathologists were on their way to work.
All Saturday evening limousines travelled from Tel Aviv’s Ben-Gurion
airport to the forecourt of the King David Hotel in Jerusalem. In one car sat Isabel and her husband, David, red-eyed from the long flight from San Francisco. Then came Helene and Michael from New York; they were the eldest children of Maxwell’s sister. Another car brought another sister, Sylvia, arriving with her husband and three children; all those years ago Maxwell had located Sylvia in a refugee camp in postwar Germany and he had cared for her ever since. Then came Kevin and his wife, Pandora, with Anne, Philip’s wife. Other cars brought friends from England, mainland Europe and the United States. Each was shown up to the presidential suite Maxwell had always occupied, which was now Betty’s domain. Before anyone could enter the suite with their bunches of flowers, baskets of fruit and newspapers from all over the world reporting the latest details about Maxwell’s death, they were subjected to a police security check. Betty greeted each arrival with an embrace and kiss, glanced at the headlines, and handed over the fruits and flowers to hovering waiters. There was a buffet and soft drinks. In a corner of the suite fax machines poured out an endless stream of messages. Some were for Kevin. Before leaving London he had asked Ya-atov Neeman to try to arrange a private loan of £24 million. He was offering stock in a Maxwell company, Teva. He had not told the lawyer, who had been his father’s most trusted friend in Israel, that the shares were already pledged to several banks. While Ghislaine and her sisters discussed what to wear to the funeral and used the suite telephones to book hairdressing appointments, Kevin and Neeman huddled with lain and Philip to discuss business matters with Sam Pisar, who had flown in from Paris. Betty had placed several calls to the French capital, where her daughter, Christine, was awaiting the birth of her third child in a few days. She was distraught at not being able to be at the funeral and Betty had spent time trying to comfort her. In between, she had discussed with her other children the speech for the funeral service, and who should deliver it. Protocol required it would have to be one of her sons - ideally the eldest one, Philip. But Betty had noticed that Philip was showing signs of increasing stress, the aftershock of the 'trials and tribulations’ of Spain. She decided to postpone any decision on who would deliver the homily. By now the suite had taken on the appearance of ‘an Oriental bazaar’,
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