Elisa thank you so much for the information about the Hofburg 'Sisi' museum. I am really amazed that that image is of her death mask; is it really as gaunt as it looks?
This is the account of Elisabeth's death according to Joan Haslip:
"According to Countess Sztaray they had almost reached the landing stage, when a man suddenly collided with them. They stepped aside to make way for him and to her horror the lady-in-waiting saw him raise a fist against the Empress, knocking the wite parasol out of her hand and causing her to fall backwards with her head knocking against the pavement. It all happened so quickly that the Countess heard herself screaming before she knew exactly what had happened. A cab driver and the hotel porter who had witnessed the scene and immediately alerted the police came to their rescue. The Empress was helped to her feet. Though she was flushed and agitated and walked with difficulty she insisted she was not hurt, 'only frightened by that horrible man'. The porter suggested she should return to the hotel, but after straightening her hat and shaking the dust off her clothes, she decided to go on board, and she had barely crossed the gangway, when she suddenly turned deathly white and turning to Irma Sztaray said 'give me your arm quickly, I am going to fall'. Irma threw her arms around her , a man servant hurried to help and from a distance Irma heard the porter calling from the shore ' the assassin has been caught'. It was only then it dawned on her that her mistress had been murdered.
Elizabeth fainted, and the Captain, not realising who she was, advised the Countess to have her taken back on shore as the boat was due to start. But Irma Sztaray still hoped to get her mistress back to Territet to her own doctor and her own attendants. The Captian offered his cabin, but one of the passengers, who happened to have been a nurse, said it was better for her to be in the open air. So they carried the Empress on to an upper deck and tried to revive her with water and sugar soaked in alchohol. Slowly she opened her eyes, the eyes of a dying woman. The ghost of a smile passed over her face. She whispered 'What is it?' then sank back into unconsciousness. 'Rub her breast', commanded the nurse and it was only when the Empress's bodice was unbuttoned that Irma saw a brownish stain on her chemise with a little hole in the middle and a tiny wound on the breast with a small clot of blood. 'The Empress has been murdered' she cried, but the boat had already started and the noise of the engines drowned her voice.
When the Captain was told of the identity of his dying passenger, he ordered the boat to return to Geneva. An improvised stretcher of two oars and some deck chairs brought the Empress back to the Beau-Rivage. She was till breathing, but the breathing was rapidly deteriorating into a death rattle. And the doctor summoned to the hotel, told her weeping lady-in-waiting that there was no hope of her recovery. She had only lived so long because the weapon which pierced her breast and entered her heart was so narrow and the wound so small that the heart only stopped gradually to beat, which was why she had been able to walk on to the boat without realising what had happened to her. A priest administered the last sacraments, but she died without regaining consciousness. Fate had been kind to Elizabeth in answering her prayers. She had died far from her loved ones and death took her unaware."