The Green Rust

The Green Rust
Edgar Wallace
1919
CONTENTS
I. The Passing Of John Millinborn
II. The Drunken Mr. Beale
III. Punsonby's Discharges An Employee
IV. The Letters That Were Not There
V. The Man With The Big Head
VI. Mr. Scobbs Of Red Horse Valley
VII. Plain Words From Mr. Beale
VIII. The Crime Of The Grand Alliance
IX. A Crime Against The World
X. A Fruitless Search
XI. The House Near Staines
XII. Introducing Parson Homo
XIII. At Deans Folly
XIV. Mr. Beale Suggests Marriage
XV. The Good Herr Stardt

XVI. The Pawn Ticket
XVII. The Jew Of Cracow
XVIII. Bridgers Breaks Loose
XIX. Oliva Is Willing
XX. The Marriage
XXI. Beale Sees White
XXII. Hilda Glaum Leads The Way
XXIII. At The Doctor's Flat
XXIV. The Green Rust Factory
XXV. The Last Man At The Bench
XXVI. The Secret Of The Green Rust
XXVII. A Scheme To Starve The World
XXVIIII. The Coming Of Dr. Milsom
XXIX. The Lost Code
XXX. The Watch
XXXI. A Corn Chandler's Bill
XXXII. The End Of Van Heerden
Chapter I.
- The Passing Of John Millinborn
"I don't know whether there's a law that stops my doing this, Jim; but if

there is, you've got to get round it. You're a lawyer and you know the
game. You're my pal and the best pal I've had, Jim, and you'll do it for
me."
The dying man looked up into the old eyes that were watching him
with such compassion and read their acquiescence.
No greater difference could be imagined than existed between the man
on the bed and the slim neat figure who sat by his side. John Millinborn,
broad-shouldered, big-featured, a veritable giant in frame and even in
his last days suggesting the enormous strength which had been his in
his prime, had been an outdoor man, a man of large voice and large
capable hands; James Kitson had been a student from his youth up and
had spent his manhood in musty offices, stuffy courts, surrounded by
crackling briefs and calf-bound law-books.
Yet, between these two men, the millionaire ship-builder and the
successful solicitor, utterly different in their tastes and their modes of
life, was a friendship deep and true. Strange that death should take the
strong and leave the weak; so thought James Kitson as he watched his
friend.
"I'll do what can be done, John. You leave a great responsibility upon
the girl--a million and a half of money."
The sick man nodded.
"I get rid of a greater one, Jim. When my father died he left a hundred
thousand between us, my sister and I. I've turned my share into a
million, but that is by the way. Because she was a fairly rich girl and a
wilful girl, Jim, she broke her heart. Because they knew she had the
money the worst men were attracted to her--and she chose the worst of
the worst!"
He stopped speaking to get his breath.
"She married a plausible villain who ruined her--spent every sou and
left her with a mountain of debt and a month-old baby. Poor Grace died

and he married again. I tried to get the baby, but he held it as a hostage.
I could never trace the child after it was two years old. It was only a
month ago I learnt the reason. The man was an international swindler
and was wanted by the police. He was arrested in Paris and charged in
his true name--the name he had married in was false. When he came
out of prison he took his own name--and of course the child's name
changed, too."
The lawyer nodded.
"You want me to--?"
"Get the will proved and begin your search for Oliva Predeaux. There
is no such person. The girl's name you know, and I have told you where
she is living. You'll find nobody who knows Oliva Predeaux--her father
disappeared when she was six--he's probably dead, and her stepmother
brought her up without knowing her relationship to me--then she died
and the girl has been working ever since she was fifteen."
"She is not to be found?"
"Until she is married. Watch her, Jim, spend all the money you wish
--don't influence her unless you see she is getting the wrong kind of
man..."
His voice, which had grown to something of the old strength, suddenly
dropped and the great head rolled sideways on the pillow.
Kitson rose and crossed to the door. It opened upon a spacious
sitting-room, through the big open windows of which could be seen the
broad acres of the Sussex Weald.
A man was sitting in the window-seat, chin in hand, looking across to
the chequered fields on the slope of the downs. He was a man of thirty,
with a pointed beard, and he rose