Death
Christine Granville was stabbed to death in the Shelbourne Hotel, Earls Court, in London, England, on 15 June 1952. She had commenced work as a liner stewardess some six weeks earlier with the Union-Castle Line and had booked into the hotel on 14 June having returned from a working voyage out of Durban, South Africa on the Winchester Castle. Her body was identified by her cousin, Andrzej Skarbek. Her assailant was Dennis Muldowney, an obsessed Reform Club porter and former merchant marine steward whose advances she had previously rejected. After being tried and convicted of her murder, Muldowney was hanged on the gallows at HMP Pentonville on 30 September 1952.
Christine Granville was interred in St. Mary's Roman Catholic Cemetery at Kensal Green in northwest London.
Following his death in 1988, the ashes of her comrade-in-arms Andrzej Kowerski (Andrew Kennedy), were interred at the foot of her grave.
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