Oppenheim Tycoon

UP THE LADDER OF GOLD--E. Phillips Oppenheim--Little, Brown ($2).

The U. S. is the home of mass-production, but no U. S. author can compare as a mass-producer with Britishers Edgar Wallace and Edward Phillips Oppenheim.

Wallace has written so many Wallaces he can not remember some of them; Oppenheim has published more than 100 Oppenheims. U. S. Super-Tycoon Warren Rand was "the human riddle of two hemispheres." Cold as a fish, single-minded as an insect, his primary ambition was to make himself Richest Man in the World. Hundreds hated Tycoon Rand, scores tried to kill him. He never figured in the news, for the good reason that he controlled the world's press. But rumors were bruited. Who was the mysterious figure who was cornering the world's supply of gold?

Markets crashed, governments tottered, Warren Rand went on about his business. When he had collected bullion worth $3,500,000,000 in his private bank, he summoned the representatives of Italy, France, Germany, England, the U.

S. (he had already "liquidated" the only two dangerous Russians) and dictated his terms. When they understood his amazing proposition they scurried to sign. So would you have done. Economists may laugh at Tycoon Rand's slick scheme, but the plain man will admit it makes a good Oppenheim yarn. The Author. Edward Phillips Oppenheim, 64, tycoonish-looking himself, writes stories "because, if I left them on my brain, where they are endlessly effervescing, I would be subject to a sort of mental in digestion." He published his first story at 18, his first novel at 20. He never plots out his books, never knows how they will turn out. "And as to plots--there are only about a score in the world." He has been observed dictating four stories to four stenographers at once.

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