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Death By Chocolate: The Last Sip

Tucked away in the heart of Christie Park, at the corner of King Street and Christie Street in Newcastle, stands an ornate relic of the city’s colonial past – the Shortland Centenary Fountain.

Originally unveiled in 1897 to commemorate Lieutenant John Shortland’s 1797 exploration of the Hunter River, the fountain first graced the promenade at Newcastle Beach. In 1937, it was carefully dismantled during the construction of Shortland Esplanade and relocated to the outskirts of Fletcher Park, near the intersection of Church Street and Pacific Street (now connected via a pedestrian walkway), standing close to the shoreline.

On a cold July night in 1946, Beryl and her 20-year-old companion, John, had spent the evening visiting two picture theatres. Later, they wandered through Fletcher Park and eventually sat near the memorial fountain.

There, Beryl consumed a piece of chocolate laced with cyanide, given to her by John. This historic fountain would deliver its most tragic legacy when Beryl, no doubt feeling the first effects of cyanide poisoning, took what would be her final sip of water. She collapsed shortly afterward being rushed to Newcastle Hospital by a passing motorist, but died within ten minutes of arriving.

Death By Chocolate

Police charged John with murder. But as the case unfolded, a more complicated picture emerged. John claimed Beryl had persuaded him to purchase the chocolate and the cyanide as part of a suicide pact. He said he had also intended to consume the poison, but spat his piece out before swallowing.

Friends spoke of Beryl’s despair and recalled her saying she wanted to die…but never alone. At the time, Beryl was an unmarried pregnant woman, a source of deep shame and societal pressure in the 1940s and didn’t want to disgrace her family. John, it was said, had offered to marry her, but she declined, believing she was too young.

At the inquest, the coroner found that Beryl had willfully poisoned herself, but that John had encouraged her, having sourced the cyanide and helped plan the act. Still, the court could not definitively confirm the existence of a mutual pact.

John ultimately pleaded guilty to manslaughter. The court acknowledged his claims that he had tried to dissuade Beryl, but these were undermined by his encouragement and failure to prevent her death. He was sentenced to three years’ imprisonment, with a recommendation for release after just six months for good behaviour.

Death By Chocolate

Today, the fountain, silent witness to Beryl’s final moments, now nestled in Christie Park, stands today as a quiet relic of Newcastle’s layered history and a subtle monument to a tragedy long forgotten.

What do you think? Did John truly intend to die? Or did he handle the poison with care, knowing exactly what it would do? Was this a tragic suicide, a mutual death pact, or an act of manslaughter? Or did John get away with murder?

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Postscript 1:
Five years later, now living in Islington, John Byrnes made the news again — this time for accidentally shooting himself in the abdomen with a .22 calibre rifle. He claimed he had been cleaning the gun in a shed when a cartridge exploded, with the bullet entering his stomach and exiting near the backbone. His condition at the Royal Newcastle Hospital was serious for a time, but once again, he survived. John eventually passed away in 1965.

Postscript 2:
During the fountain’s relocation in 1937, a time capsule was discovered containing a glass jar filled with coins hidden within a concrete enclosure at its base. This was a popular practice in memorial installations throughout the 19th and 20th centuries; a practice which continues to this day.

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Behind the Tour: A Guide’s Perspective

What’s it like to be a tour guide? To meet strangers every day, share stories, and see the country over and over again — always through new eyes?

One of our Sydney hosts explores just that in his new podcast: A Tour Guide’s Tour of Australia.

Personal stories, insights, and a peek behind the curtain of guiding life. Listen out for it here:-

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Easter Crime: The Bergen Train Was Looted Last Night

Each year, as Easter approaches, most people around the world think of chocolate eggs, family gatherings, amid moments of spiritual reflection.

But in Norway, something far darker creeps in with the snow — murder in the form of the country’s national obsession with crime fiction so intense that it has its own seasonal name: Påskekrim — Easter Crime.

While most cultures associate Easter with rebirth, Norwegians associate it with grisly murders, twisted detectives, and psychological thrillers.

Nordic Noir in Snow

During Easter week, Norway transforms into a true crime lover’s paradise: bookstores brim with new mystery novels, national TV stations roll out murder series marathons, and even milk cartons print short crime stories.

Thousands escape for the holidays to isolated mountain cabins with snow-covered views, a warm drink, and a stack of crime books in hand.

How did it all begin?

On the Sunday before Easter in 1923, a publisher ran an ad for a new crime novel titled “The Bergen Train Was Looted Last Night” (Bergenstoget plyndret i natt), disguised as a front-page newspaper headline.

In a move not unlike Orson Welles’ famous War of the Worlds broadcast years later, many believed it was real. It caused a sensation, and the book sold like crazy as people packed for their easter holiday mountain cabins, and a literary tradition was born.

Ever since, Norwegian publishers have timed their biggest crime releases for Easter, and Norwegians have gladly kept reading.

Just something to think about as you reach for your hot cross buns — even at this time of year, someone out there is curling up for the long weekend with a good murder instead.

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In Loving Memory: The ‘I Do’ That Never Came

On the evening of February 23, 1929, Constable Jack Holman had finished his shift. His duty officially ended at 11 p.m., and by all rights, he should have been on his way home—perhaps already picturing the week ahead, when he and his beloved fiancée, Pearl Wilson, were to be married.

But fate had other plans.

At 11:15 p.m., Holman was unexpectedly called back to duty. Alongside two fellow officers, he was dispatched to investigate a reported disturbance on Grenfell Street.

Police Shootout

At the scene, they found an abandoned motorcycle. Playing it safe, the officers proceeded to impound the machine and take it to the City Watchhouse. Holman volunteered to ride it in. The motorcycle, however, was temperamental—refusing to start and forcing the men to push it a distance before it finally roared to life.

Those lost minutes would prove fatal.

As Holman rode off into the night, the delay placed him directly in the path of the very disturbance they’d been sent to check—McGrath and his cronies. Shots rang out. One bullet struck Holman in the stomach. Gravely wounded, he still managed to rise and chase his assailant nearly 50 yards before collapsing on the road.

He died within the hour.

Holman had served just two years in the police force. Described as a courteous and capable officer with every promise of advancement, his death sent shockwaves through South Australia. Thousands attended his funeral. Every department of the South Australian Police Force was represented. Yet amid the sea of uniforms the most broken heart belonged to Pearl Wilson.

They were to be married within days.

Grenfell St Adelaide

Pearl’s grief lingered long after the headlines faded. On the first anniversary of Holman’s death, she placed a tender tribute In Memoriam:

“In loving memory of Jack, who passed away February 23rd, 1929.
Loved in life, cherished in death,
A beautiful memory is all we have left.”

By the third anniversary, the tribute had become more formal:

“In memory of Constable Jack, who died on the 24th of February 1929.
You live with us in memories still.
Not just today, but always will.
Inserted by Pearl and Wilson family.”

Gone was the intimacy of “Jack.” Now, he was “Constable Jack.” The message came not just from Pearl, but from “Pearl” AND the “Wilson family.” A subtle shift—yet perhaps a telling one. Had she remarried? Perhaps this was her way of saying one final goodbye? We can only speculate. History leaves no answers for this.

As for McGrath, he was found guilty and sentenced to death. The sentence was commuted to life imprisonment, and he was released after serving just 13 years.

But Jack Holman never got the years he was owed. And Pearl’s life was changed irrevocably. Their story ended just when it was meant to begin.

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