When Robert Maxwell went over the side of his yacht off the Canary Islands, it was a death scene made to order for pulp publishing. He could have made millions with the tabloid rehash in his popular weeklies, the trash book and the movie and television rights. But without him to patch together such a deal, the ripples from his final fall threatened to sink some of the media empire he had built.
The imperious tycoon, decorated war hero and Holocaust survivor was last seen alive in the predawn light, pacing on the deck of his yacht, the Lady Ghislaine, as...
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