“It was a cold February day in 1890. The Lavinia parachute went from New York to London. Ladies' elegant bedding and men in chic dress coats walked around the deck, waiting for their arrival at the port. One of the ladies, Tessa Carstairs, read a thick book, then the case was throwing back her beautiful blond hair. Finally, a sharp horn informed passengers about the arrival at the port. Tessa and the rest went ashore.
Having hired a cab and having reached the inn, the girl climbed into the small room she had shot for her. Cozy, but the old curtains, a small table, a bed and a shelf with books - that's all she saw. Taking off her white gloves and having a little rest, Tessa took an old leather-bound book from the shelf. Having started to read it, the girl changed her face and did not let the book out of her hands until the morning. Having finished reading, Tessa threw a velvet cloak over her shoulders, picked up a lace umbrella and, after saying goodbye to the hostess, went outside. An hour passed, two, but the girl never returned ... This was the last time anyone saw her "