“‘It is the greatest scheme that has ever been known to science. It is the most colossal crime – I suppose they will call it a crime – that has ever been committed.’”
Dr. van Heerden does not live in an old castle, and neither is he an organ player or the owner of a white cat that prefers sitting in his lap when he explains his evil plans, but his scheme is indeed a threat to the world, and Edgar Wallace has definitely created a cardboard villain of the blackest dye here, the evil German, megalomaniac and quite enamoured with his own brilliance – a worthy opponent of James Bond himself. Unable to bear the humiliation that his native country, which is, of course, in league with him, suffered at the hands of the victors of the Great War, he wants to bring the entire world to heel by developing a poison that will ruin wheat crops world-wide and thus make Germany the only power that is able to export wheat at a price she deems fit. MUAHAHA, one might say …
The only thing is, he needs money at the start, and therefore he wants to espouse young Olivia Cresswell, who is ignorant of the fact that she is an heiress to a large fortune into which she will come on the day of her marriage, and half of which will automatically fall to her husband, and this is how it all starts. Trying to bring Olivia into dire straits out of which he can free her as a knight in shining armour, he nevertheless fails due to the machinations of the mysterious Mr. Beale so that eventually he decides to kidnap her and marry her against her will. Of course, Mr. Beale also knows the answer to this challenge, and at the end, the evil doctor being financed by the German government, there is merely the question as to how to prevent van Heerden from giving the clue his agents are waiting for before releasing the deadly germs on the wheat crops.
To borrow a word from the doctor’s own language, The Green Rust, which Wallace wrote in 1919, shortly after the end of the Great War, is a glaring Räuberpistole even by the author’s own standards. The plot is delightfully sensational, although quite rickety in places, and the narrative hastens through various episodes, which sometimes resemble each other, e.g. the double kidnapping of Olivia Cresswell, and unlike in most other Wallace novels that I know, there is a lot of melodrama concerning the relationship between Olivia and Mr. Beale, whereas usually Wallace handles the relationship between the protagonist and his plucky female counterpart with more humour and light-heartedness.
The novel stands in the tradition of pre-war invasion novels like Erskine Childers’s The Riddle in the Sands (1903), which gave vent to anti-German feelings in the wake of the naval race between England and Germany. Other novels of this ilk are, for instance, John Buchan’s The Thirty-Nine Steps (published in 1915, but written immediately before the war) or Saki’s 1913 When William Came, and their grandfather might be seen in George Tomkyns Chesney’s The Battle of Dorking from 1871.
The irony in The Green Rust is that van Heerden’s own vain bravado will eventually lead him to making a decisive mistake by which he can be brought down. This is another feature that I enjoyed about Wallace’s description of the ultra-evil German villain, a stock character that I, as a German, particularly enjoy. I mean, just look at all ze German do-gooders zat nowadays bore ze world to deass wiz zeir sermons about Germany setting an example of how to deal wiz ze environment, wiz immigration and wiz pretty much everysing else!