As the title promises, The Final Count offers us the last showdown between Bulldog Drummond and his arch-nemesis, Carl Peterson, though readers hoping for closure on the battle of wits (or should I say half-wits) between the two enemies are likely to be disappointed. A final twist allows Sapper to continue making Drummond books, and indeed he (and other writers) continued to churn out more.
Once again, as in The Third Round, the previous Bulldog Drummond book, the action revolves around a scientist who makes a discovery with alarming implications. This time the scientist is Robin Gaunt, and he has been working on a poison that is deadly to the touch, and which can be reproduced as a weapon of mass destruction. As ever the scientist and discovery are spirited away by the master-criminal Carl Peterson, who wishes to use them for destructive purposes, and to gain power and money. However our hero Drummond is on hand to save the day and prevent plans for a major terrorist attack.
The political content of The Final Count is not as pronounced as in the first two Bulldog Drummond books, but more so than in the last novel. We can lay aside the usual cheerful bigotry towards Bolsheviks, Jews and foreigners, which is par for the course in Sapper. None of this occupies much of the book anyway.
Instead the most interesting element of the book is Robin Gaunt’s plans to develop a deadly poison that can be dropped on hapless nations. Gaunt’s views are in some ways more enlightened than we usual see in Sapper novels, which is probably why they are so wrong-headed. He does not share Drummond’s contempt for the Boche, but he is alarmed by the atmosphere of inter-war Europe, and he correctly fears that there will be another major war that will be far more deadly than the last one.
Gaunt’s solution is to work on developing a weapon that will guarantee ‘universal, instantaneous death’. In the world of the 1920s this is a poison, but by the 1940s it will be a nuclear weapon. The book therefore offers us a useful insight into the fears of the ruling classes, and their motives in building weapons of mass destruction that will hold the whole world to ransom and prevent any more damaging wars.
We get a glimpse of the dangers of what can happen when such weapons fall into the wrong hands, and how they can be applied for evil purposes. The book’s most memorable scene is found in a written account by the captured Gaunt who witnesses Peterson using an airship to drop the poison onto the unsuspecting heads of wealthy passengers on a liner. We get to see what total war will be like, a world where civilians have as much to fear as combatants.
I doubt whether Sapper understands the potential implications of his story, as he is caught up in treating the whole affair like a jolly game, as the name of the book suggests. There may be intelligent people who can uncritically enjoy Bulldog Drummond books, but I can hardly see how. The book is about a stupid man who only triumphs because everybody else is stupider than he is – his friends, the police, the narrator, and of course Carl Peterson.
Let’s consider the tiddlers first. Drummond’s friends are a bunch of upper-class twits who look as if they have blundered into the book after leaving the Drones Club, the social establishment used by dim-witted aristocrats in the novels of P G Wodehouse. The police are led by MacIver, a suitably inept police officer who is always two steps behind Drummond. The rest of the police force are little better, and there is one comic scene where MacIver, Drummond and his friends are locked in a cellar by a policeman who thinks he has captured the criminals, while the real culprits are making their getaway.
Unlike earlier Drummond novels, The Final Count has a narrator, John Stockton. Stockton is a friend of Gaunt, and he meets Drummond for the first time. Needless to say he is utterly inept, and nearly ruins Drummond’s operations. (It is the role of the fictional narrator to be less talented or intelligent than the other players in the book, since a novel would be wearisome and boastful if narrated by the book’s prevailing genius.) Indeed it’s not clear why Drummond wants Stockton along. It seems to be little more than a sporting belief that the man who began the adventure should be around to enjoy the fun of seeing it out.
Drummond is not as stupid as he appears to be, but that is not saying much, as he presents himself as possessing the minimum of brain cells necessary to breathe and swallow food. He is certainly brave and resourceful, and not without some good sense. However his triumphs rely on the good fortune to have rivals as doltish as he is.
For Drummond, this is a bit of sport or fun, and he feels no concern for what is happening. This is reflected in the fact that he could have killed Carl Peterson long ago. He had Peterson captured in the first book, but spared his life in the full knowledge that Peterson would escape. In the second book, he nearly strangles Peterson in a fit of anger, but is prevented by his wife. These two failures are understandable, but what about the third book where Drummond is set for a sporting fight to the death, only to fall for a trick that amounted to little more than someone saying ‘Look behind you’?
For all his hatred of Drummond, Peterson is also inept, and plays the game in such a way that Drummond always has a sporting chance of escaping. There are numerous moments when Peterson could have killed Drummond in a second. Indeed a man who runs a network of trained murderers could have Drummond removed at any time. Instead Peterson employs the most inefficient means possible for the gratification of personally witnessing Drummond’s demise, and thereby spoils his chances every time.
Just think. If Peterson had killed Drummond quickly and competently, then his evil schemes might have come to fruition. Britain might have descended into Bolshevism, Peterson would have been able to produce a supply of diamonds for his own enrichment, and he could have terrorised the world into submission with the threat of a chemical weapon. On the other side, if Drummond has murdered Peterson at the earliest opportunity, he would have prevented many a theft, abduction, torture and horrific murder. All he had to do was take Peterson seriously and not treat the whole adventure like a jolly cricket match.
The chapter describing the horrifying effects of the poison dropped on the wealthy ship passengers is a disquieting one. Does Drummond for one minute think that if he had acted swiftly to remove Peterson that he might have prevented this atrocity and many other terrible deaths? Is there any guilt or angst or remorse? Of course not. Soon afterwards Drummond is lamenting that he may not get to be in on the final kill, and complacently acknowledging that he and his friends had a lot of fun.
As stated, the book ends with the final battle between Drummond and Peterson. Peterson dies as a result of the deadly poison that he used to kill others, a characteristic act of poetic justice often found in Sapper stories. However this is not the end. Peterson’s ‘daughter’ (actually his mistress) Irma now commits herself to pursuing Drummond out of revenge. Our credulity is stretched when this appears to be the result of some telepathic link to Peterson.
Indeed I believe that she now becomes the leading villain in the remaining Drummond stories. This is a convenient device for Sapper. Drummond’s schoolboy ethics ensure that he will never do anything so awful as throttle a woman, offer to fight her to the death on the top of a glacier or try to force her to drink poison. The substitution of a male arch-nemesis for a female one ensures that the franchise can continue for as long as Sapper wishes.
The Final Round is a typically fat-headed end to the Peterson quartet of stories. As in earlier books, we see a number of weakly-defined characters and situations, and a narrative that treats horrifying events with a disturbing level of flippancy. Once more the main interest in reading the books (for me) is the chance to see the attitudes still held by many conservatives in the inter-war years, and to understand their fears and wishes.