Robin Quinn is an author and radio producer based in South-East England. His new book, The Man Who Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo explores the life of Charles Deville Wells, fraudster and gambler, and spans the second half of the nineteenth century and the early twentieth century. Published 2016 by The History Press Ltd.
THE MAN WHO BROKE THE BANK AT MONTE CARLO
The incredible true story of Charles Deville Wells, gambler and fraudster extraordinaire.
Charles Wells has two loves in his life: a beautiful, headstrong, French mistress, Jeannette, and his sumptuous yacht, the Palais Royal. At the risk of losing them both, Wells stakes everything he owns at the roulette tables in Monte Carlo’s world-famous Casino – and in the space of a few days he breaks the bank, not once but ten times, winning the equivalent of millions in today’s money.
Is he phenomenally lucky? Has he really invented an “infallible” gambling system, as he claims? Or is he just an exceptionally clever fraudster?
Based on painstaking research on both sides of the Channel and beyond, this biography reveals the incredible true story of the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo – an individual who went on to become Europe’s most wanted criminal, hunted by British and French police, and known in the press as “Monte Carlo Wells – the man with 36 aliases”.
HITLER'S LAST ARMY
After the Second World War 400,000 German servicemen were imprisoned on British soil – some remaining until 1948. These defeated men in their tattered uniforms were, in every sense, Hitler's Last Army.
Reviews of Hitler's Last Army
“Probably the best book on the subject in the last 20 years”
“I recommend this book as a must to read.”
[★★★★★ Amazon review by “a German ex-POW”]
“Well written, interesting, informative, and heart-warming in equal measure … I would recommend this even to those not especially interested in WW2, as a fascinating slice of Anglo-German social history of 70 years ago. Buy it."
[★★★★★ Amazon review by J.B.]
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- Countdown to V-E Day : 70 years on April 7, 2015
Eberhard Wendler’s diary records some of the events which broke up the monotony in the POW camp where he was held prisoner during the last weeks of WW2.
8 March 1945: visited the camp dentist in the morning and walked in the afternoon.
15 March 1945: at the dentist’s again (he extracted one of my teeth, left upper). I bought myself the book, ‘English in a few days’ – both volumes – for four shillings.
16 March 1945: had my watch cleaned for one shilling and had my two pictures framed. [Note: many of the POWs had skills which they could barter in this way].
18 March 1945: we received our second uniform. I got just one coat, and exchanged a pair of socks. Since 11 March I’ve been attending English classes, Saturdays and Mondays.
26 March 1945: a rainy day – we were all back in camp by 4.00 p.m. I received two packets from home.
29 March 1945: I bought myself a large mirror for “1.8 Schilling” [1s 8d – about 8p in decimal money] and two brushes for one shilling [5p].
30 March 1945: (Good Friday). We worked till evening. On 31 March and 2 April there was no work – Easter.
Note from Robin: the above are actual diary entries from 70 years ago, recording the events in one soldier’s life. In Hitler’s Last Army you can read about the Big Picture, with events and decisions which affected tens of thousands of German prisoners in the UK!
- German POWs save lives of women and children March 5, 2015
While researching Hitler’s Last Army I stumbled on an extraordinary story. On 12 September 1947, a group of about 25 civilians – mainly women and children – climbed into the back of a truck which was to take them to their camp after a day spent picking hops near the Sussex village of Bodiam.
The vehicle was crossing the narrow bridge in the village when it crashed through temporary railings and plunged into the river, turning on to its side. Most of the passengers were stunned: some were injured. The canvas cover over the back of the truck prevented most of them from getting out, and they were at risk of drowning.
A fifteen-year-old boy who had managed to struggle free ran for help. The only people he saw were four German prisoners of war from the nearby POW camp, who were working not far from the bridge. Between them the Germans rescued all of the hop-pickers. As one survivor told me in a 2012 interview, ‘One moment we were going along, all singing in the back – then suddenly we were in the water. They [the Germans] were brilliant. They pulled us out and wrapped us in blankets. If it hadn’t been for them, people would definitely have died.’
I still think it’s a great story! It’s certainly thought-provoking. I decided to include it as an illustration of what many people would consider to be unexpected qualities in German servicemen just after the Second World War, and used it as the Prologue to Hitler’s Last Army. (Some readers may be suprised to know that German POWs were still being kept in Britain as late as September 1947. In fact, there were about 200,000 at that time, many of whom were not repatriated until the following year).
I’m grateful to Keith Ennis, whose website, Bygone Bodiam, has been extremely helpful in my research. I recommend it as an extremely interesting read!
- The History Press February 26, 2015
My blog post about German prisoners of war in britain during WW2 is now available on the History Press website: http://www.thehistorypress.co.uk/index.php/updates/cat/blogs/post/Hitlers-Last-Army/
Here’s a sample of the text – and on the History Press blog there are several photos from the book.
[* The final count was just over 400,000 POWs, which includes 120,000 others, not mentioned above, who arrived between the end of the war and 1946, when prisoners from the USA were shipped to Britain].
In 1945, when the war in Europe came to a close, 150,000 German prisoners were already being held behind barbed wire in POW camps in Britain. Most had arrived within the previous twelve months, following Allied gains after the D-Day invasion.
But the end of hostilities did not mean that the Germans were to be immediately sent home. On the contrary, the last ones to be repatriated would not see their own country until the end of 1948 – more than two-and-a-half years after war’s end. In fact, their numbers increased in 1946, when a further 130,000 were brought to the UK from North America, where they had been held on Britain’s behalf.*
Britain had several reasons for wishing to keep the prisoners. Most importantly, they provided an indispensable workforce – especially in agriculture. The nation had been forced to double its agricultural output during the war, and the German prisoners accounted for 25 to 50 per cent of all agricultural labour across the country. Others were employed clearing bomb-sites and helping to rebuild the nation’s shattered infrastructure.
British politicians believed that while the Germans were still in the UK they might as well be taught to reject the Nazi doctrine they had grown up with and converted into peace-loving democrats. “Re-education” – as it was called – met with some success, though it was later acknowledged to have been a hopelessly over-ambitious plan, with results that were seen as “patchy and qualified”.
A distinct shift in public attitudes towards the prisoners became apparent as time passed. Residents of Chatham, Kent, protested at first when they learned that a POW camp was to be built near their homes. But when prisoners were allowed in late 1946 to mix with the public, many of the same local families invited the Germans to their homes for Christmas.
POWs engaged in agriculture frequently lived as part of the farmer’s household: to his dying day, one former prisoner referred to the farmer and his wife as “my English parents”. And the prisoners quickly gained a reputation for being industrious and reliable: ‘We felt that working is good for you,’ one German said. ‘We met the farmers, we met English people and liked them as human beings and there were often really friendly relationships. And we didn’t want to let the farmers down so we worked hard.’
- Countdown to VE-Day (continued) February 24, 2015
On 21 February 1945 Eberhard Wendler wrote in his diary:
‘Received a letter from Willy and Gertrud posted on 28 November 1944. Bought myself a pair of scissors for 2 shillings’[Evidently the postal service was still slow. Many useful items were bought, sold, and bartered among the prisoners. Two shillings (10 pence in decimal currency) represented a prisoner-of-war’s wages for two days of farm work. Cigarettes were also used as currency: four cigarettes were worth about one shilling].
Clearly little of note happened during the next three weeks or so, because Eberhard makes no entries of any consequence until mid-March. We’ll join him again then – seventy years on!
- COUNTDOWN TO VE-DAY February 19, 2015
Eberhard Wendler’s wartime diary continues:
‘10 February, 1945: at 2.00 p.m. I received the first parcel from home. It contained skin cream, a mirror, a mouth-organ, a handkerchief, socks, sugar cubes, sardines in oil, and cakes.
11 February, 1945: I received the first letter from home dated 24 November 1944.’
Mail between POWs and their families went via Switzerland and wartime conditions inevitably made this a slow process. The parcel from home on 10 February was the first communication of any kind that Eberhard had received from his family since his capture six months earlier. Finding a mouth-organ in the package left him a little puzzled, however, as his mother new very well that he did not play the instrument. But it turned out to have been an inspired gift, as he explained to me when I was researching the book:
‘I couldn’t play, but some of the others could. After lights-out it still went on. And you could hear people sobbing. Every song was about home. No marching songs. That word, Heimat, [home] is holy. You can’t translate it. It’s your homeland and your own village – it’s sacred to us. They played that mouth organ right through the night and you could hear them sobbing – all in the pitch dark. We love our home … the songs we have about home. I’ve got a satellite now and listen to German music – not news or politics, but the lovely songs.’