In 1947, Eileen Isabella ‘Gay’ Gibson boarded the liner ship the Durban Castle, bound to England from South Africa. She had no idea a sexual predator was on board and it would mean the end for this promising young lady. The aspiring actress disappeared from her cabin on October 18th 1947. The ship turned around and searched the waters as well as the boat but found nothing. When a ship’s watchman got to miss Gibson’s cabin he found a man named James Camb. He was the dishevelled and said she was not in the cabin. Camb worked on the liner as a steward. He was already accused of rape twice and had a wife back in England. When they docked back at Southampton, the police immediately interviewed Camb. He said that she invited him up to her cabin for sex and during the act she began convulsing and died, then he panicked and threw her out the ships porthole. He was arrested and charged with murder in March of 1948. At his trial evidence was given that stated blood traces found on the bedding in the cabin suggested strangulation. Also there was a urine stain on the bedding as well, presumed left as she was died. The defense stayed with his original story and had serious trouble explaining why Camb didn’t call for help. He was found guilty and sentenced to death, however, he escapesd the noose because Parliament was in the middle of debating abolishment of the death penalty. In September of 1959 he was released from prison on parole, or as said in england at the time, given liscense. In 1967 he was arrested again and sentenced to two years probation for assaulting a young girl and soon after was found guilty of the same lewd act. His license was revoked and he went back to prison for 10 years. He was released in 1978 and died in 1979 of heart failure. Pictured above: Miss Gibson, her cabin and the porthole which was used as evidence, the ship andfinally Camb. Source Murderpedia
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