It Is Ended: The Nameless Man on Somerton Beach
On the evening of 30 November 1948, the last night of the southern spring, a well dressed man lowered himself onto the sand against a stone seawall at Somerton Beach, a few miles south of Adelaide. A jeweller and his wife walking along the esplanade noticed him at around eight o'clock; they saw his arm lift and then drop. A young couple saw him too, lying motionless. At half past six the next morning, a man exercising his horse found the stranger slumped in the same spot, head against the wall, legs crossed, an unlit cigarette resting on his collar as though it had fallen from his lips. He was dead. There was no mark of violence and no sign of a struggle.
He carried nothing that could identify him. His pockets held a used bus ticket, an unused rail ticket to the nearby resort of Henley Beach, a comb, a packet of chewing gum, a box of matches and a quarter full packet of Army Club cigarettes that contained cigarettes of a more expensive brand. There was no wallet. There was no hat, which was unusual for a man of that era. And when investigators examined his clothing, they found that the labels had been cut from every garment.
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