For 74 Years Nobody Knew Who He Was. The Answer Was Stuck in the Plaster of His Own Death Mask.
A man died on an Adelaide beach in 1948 with a scrap of Persian poetry sewn into his trouser pocket, and Australia spent three generations deciding he was a spy. Hairs caught in the cast of his face, a database of distant cousins and a family tree of four thousand people say he was something much sadder.