Late in November 1927, an elderly Greek man sat in his mansion in Paris and tended a fire. Every time it flickered and threatened to die, he reached to one side and tossed another bundle of papers or a leather-bound book into the grate. For two days the old man fed the flames, at one point creating such a violent conflagration that his servants worried he would burn the whole house down. By the time he had finished, a vast pile of confidential papers, including 58 years’ worth of diaries that recorded every detail of a most scandalous career, had been turned to ash. Thus the shadowy figure whom the press dubbed “the Mystery Man of Europe” ensured that his long life would remain, for the most part, an impenetrable enigma.
Few men have acquired so evil a reputation as did Basil Zaharoff, alias Count Zacharoff, alias Prince Zacharias Basileus Zacharoff, known to his intimates as “Zedzed.” Born in Anatolia, then part of the Ottoman Empire, perhaps in 1849, Zaharoff was a brothel tout, bigamist and arsonist, a benefactor of great universities and an intimate of royalty who reached his peak of infamy as an international arms dealer—a “merchant of death,” as his many enemies preferred it.
In his prime, Zaharoff was more than a match for the notorious Aleister Crowley in any contest to be dubbed the Wickedest Man in the World. Still remembered as the inventor of the Systeme Zaharoff—a morally bankrupt sales technique that involved a single unscrupulous arms dealer selling to both parties in a conflict he has helped to provoke—he made a fortune working as a super-salesman for Vickers, the greatest of all British private arms firms, whom he served for 30 years as “our General Representative abroad.” He expressed no objection to, and indeed seemed rather to enjoy, being referred to as “the Armaments King.”
Zaharoff’s youth remains shrouded in mystery and rumor, much of it put about by Zedzed himself. He was born in the Turkish town of Mughla, the son of a Greek importer of attar of roses, and soon proved to be an astonishing linguist—he would later be described as the master of 10 languages. At some point, it is supposed, the family moved briefly to Odessa, on Russia’s Black Sea coast, where they Russified their name. But remarkably little proper documentation survives from this or any other period of Zaharoff’s career. As one early biographer, the Austrian Robert Neumann, put it:
You ask for his birth certificate. Alas! a fire destroyed the church registers. You search for a document concerning him in the archives of the Vienna War Office. The folder is there, but it is empty; the document has vanished…. He buys a château in France and—how does the story of the editor of the Documents politiques go?—”Sir Basil Zaharoff at once buys up all the picture postcards… which show the château, and strictly prohibits any more photographs being taken.”
Most Zaharoff biographers have filled these gaps by indulging in colorful speculation, nearly all of which needs to be discarded. What can be said is that among the allegations that survived investigation to make their way into Britain’s august Dictionary of National Biography are the suggestion that Zedzed began his career touting for business for a Turkish brothel, and the statement that he subsequently established himself as a professional arsonist working for the Constantinople Fire Brigade, which ran a profitable sideline in burning down the mansions of the wealthy in order to extort rewards from their owners for saving the valuables within.
Beyond this, little is known. Books published since the late 1920s accuse Zaharoff of more or less every crime in the book, up to and including starting the First World War for his personal profit. Subjected in October 1874 to stiff cross-examination in an English court, Zedzed claimed both to have been educated at Rugby—the great British public school that was the setting for Tom Brown’s Schooldays—and to have habitually carried a revolver since he was 7 years old. Later, he was accused of selling death-trap submarines to Greece at a time when he was demonstrably romancing heiresses in the United States. The writer Osbert Sitwell,who left one of the most perceptive descriptions of Zaharoff, found him “both evil and imposing,” and described
the beaky face, the hooded eye, the wrinkled neck… the impression of physical power and the capacity to wait…. He was in outlook merely a super-croupier. And once… I heard him introducing himself to a millionaire friend of mine with the startling phrase: “I am Sir Basil Zaharoff: I have sixteen millions!”
What follows attempts to cut a path through this jungle of disinformation. It is based solely on what I have been able to glean over many years from official records, contemporary newspapers and sober, referenced histories. It remains sensational enough.
We can be reasonably certain that, at some point in his late teens, the young Zaharoff quit Turkey for western Europe. In his later days he spoke vaguely of obtaining a “general education in London and Paris,” and the leading historian of Vickers remarks that “one can only guess at its catholicity.” By the early 1870s, Zaharoff was in Britain, where in 1872 he married one Emily Burrows, the daughter of a Bristol builder. Very shortly afterward, the groom was arrested in Belgium on charges of embezzling £7,000 in merchandise and securities. He became the unwilling first subject of a newly signed extradition treaty between Belgium and Britain and was subsequently tried at the Old Bailey. Thanks to a prompt offer of compensation, Zedzed was merely “bound over” (set free on a promise of good behavior) for the embezzlement of “28 cases of gum and 109 bags of gall.”
From there Zaharoff went to Cyprus, still under Turkish rule, where—the DNB recounts—”using sundry aliases he set up as a storekeeper and boldly unscrupulous contractor.” According to Stephanos Skouloudis, who became Greek prime minister in 1915, it was during these years that Zaharoff was first hired as an arms salesman, becoming Balkan representative for a small Swedish firm run by the inventor Thorsten Nordenfelt. True or not, Zaharoff slipped back into Britain after Cyprus passed to English control after 1878. By 1883, he seems to have been established at Galway in Ireland, where he posed as a count, worked as a shipping agent, and was sent death threats for persuading local girls to emigrate in search of factory work in Massachusetts.
Given 24 hours to leave the country by his angry hosts, Zaharoff fled to the United States himself, where he built a career in railroads. It appears that he was the “Count Zacharoff” who in Utah in 1884 claimed to be in possession of “four black diamonds that played a celebrated part in the Turko-Russian War” and who a year later caused a small scandal in Missouri by associating with the notorious madam Pearl Clifford, “one of the most beautiful soiled doves ever known in St. Louis,” while working as superintendent of a local railway sleeping-car company. He was certainly the Count Zacharoff who—hastily promoting himself to the eminence of “Prince Zacharias Basileus Zacharoff”—married the New York heiress Jeannie Billings for her $150,000 and her expectations later in 1885, and found himself the subject of a transatlantic police hunt when an expatriate Bristol businessman denounced him as a bigamist.
The Omaha Daily Bee gives a good summary of Zaharoff’s methods in this period:
He maintained a high social position by means of letters from prominent society people which purported to be genuine, and had a library full of documents which he claimed were written to him by European dignitaries. He claimed to be a nephew of [the Russian Chancellor] Prince Gortschakoff…and told a remarkable story of his banishment by the czar. At one time he created a considerable commotion among the set here in which he moved by threatening to go abroad and fight a duel with a Prussian prince who had dared to insult his mother.
Relocating yet again in the wake of the Billings scandal, Zedzed returned to Greece and the Ottoman Empire, and during the later 1880s he certainly was involved in touting Nordenfelt’s two principal inventions: a multi-barreled machine gun and a steam-powered submarine.
Nordenfelt submarines were expensive and entirely useless—dangerously unstable underwater, and so hot when closed up that the crews tended to faint; it is to Zaharoff’s credit that the firm somehow sold six of them. The machine gun, on the other hand, was a viable weapon, though less modern and less efficient than its great rival, the automatic, single-barreled Maxim gun. The unscrupulous Zedzed overcame these obstacles, too, intriguing in Italy and Austria against his superior competitor.
The story of how Zaharoff met the American-born Sir Hiram Maxim and eventually insinuated himself into the service of the Vickers company was told by none other than H.G. Wells:
Maxim exhibited his gun at Vienna. When he fired his gun at a target and demonstrated its powers, Zaharoff was busy explaining to expert observers that the whole thing was an exhibition of skill; that only Maxim could fire the gun; it would take years to train men to use it; that these new machines were delicate and difficult to make and could not be produced in quantities, and so forth.
Maxim, after tracing the initials of the [Austrian] Emperor upon a target, prepared to receive orders. They were not forthcoming. He learnt that the Nordenfelt was simple and strong. This gun of his was a ‘scientific instrument’ unfit for soldierly hands. His demonstration went for nothing.
What had happened? He realised he was vis-á-vis with a salesman, a very formidable salesman. In the end he amalgamated with the salesman.
It was only then, Wells added—when Nordenfelt and Maxim had combined to form the Maxim-Nordenfelt Company (a group absorbed in turn into what became the firm of Vickers, Sons & Maxim after 1897)—that these difficulties abruptly vanished, and the new company was rewarded with a large order for Maxim guns.
Despite the destruction of his diaries (which were reputed to tell everything, and for which a French newspaper once offered $5,000 for a single page), it is possible to catch further glimpses of Zaharoff during his long career as a merchant of death; he appears sporadically in the Vickers papers, now at Cambridge University Library, and increasingly in the British Foreign Office archives. These sources allow us to trace Zedzed’s increasing wealth and status. Between 1902 and 1905 he was paid £195,000 in commissions—worth $25 million today—and by 1914 he was active not only in Istanbul and Athens but in St. Petersburg, Buenos Airies and Asunción; he owned several banks, lived in a French château and was romancing the Duchess of Villafranca, a Spanish noblewoman who would become his third wife.
There are, not surprisingly, difficulties in ascertaining what exactly Zaharoff did to obtain the rich commissions as an arms salesman that funded such extravagance, but the documentary evidence that survives suggests that his chief value to his employers was an instinctive understanding of when and to whom he should offer bribes—he wrote gleeful memos that told of “doing the needful” and “administering doses of Vickers.” Foreign Office records show that in 1912 Zaharoff was instrumental in passing 100,000 rubles to officers in Russia’s Ministry of Marine in order to divert government contracts to a local shipbuilding group in which Vickers had an interest.
At much the same time, for reasons that remain obscure but can easily be guessed at, Vickers also won a contract to supply light machine guns to the Russian army, despite the fact that its bid was almost 50 percent higher than one submitted by a local arms works. There is reason to suppose that in the latter case Zaharoff’s charm and easy way with women was at least as helpful as his money; the historian William Fuller suggests that he “made particularly effective use of his association with the ballerina Kshinskaia [Mathilde Kschessinska], who after losing her place as mistress [to the future Emperor Nicholas II], took up with Grand Duke Sergei Mikhailovich, inspector general of the Russian artillery.” In this, Zaharoff was merely repeating methods that had brought him success before; while living in St. Louis, he had charmed the opera diva Adelina Patti into endorsing his railroad sleeping cars.
Many of Zaharoff’s claims of wealth and influence were dismissed as mere boasts during his lifetime (“There is an oriental flavour in the most trivial commonplaces of his life” sneered the Nottingham Evening Post). Nonetheless, he plainly moved in the highest circles. By the early 1920s he was a part-owner of the celebrated resort of Monte Carlo, and the diaries of Lord Bertie and the Earl of Derby, successive British ambassadors to France, are full of references to Zedzed. Bertie’s entries for June 1917 contain one passage that has often been used to portray him as a profit-gouging merchant of death—”Zaharoff,” the ambassador wrote, “is all for continuing the war jusqu’au bout [right to the very end].” Derby’s entries record high-level contacts: “Zaharoff came to see me today,” he wrote to a former Prime Minister, Lord Balfour, in August 1918, “and told me of conversations he had had with you, the King and [the then Prime Minister] Lloyd George.” According to this testimony, Zedzed was a trusted go-between, ferrying messages from George V to both Lloyd George and the French Prime Minister, Clemenceau. “I should think,” Derby added, “there is no man living in whom more people confide than him.”
Recently declassified papers dating to 1917 prove that the British government was willing to take a chance on Zaharoff during the crisis of the First World War. In 1916-17, he actively involved himself in clandestine negotiations to drag Greece into the war on the Allied side, and to persuade the Ottoman Empire to defect from the Germans. The highlight of this obscure episode came when, equipped with authorization from Lloyd George and £10 million in gold, the by then 68-year-old arms dealer traveled to Switzerland in a bid to buy Turkey out of the war—and, not incidentally, establish what would become the state of Israel.
Unfortunately for Zaharoff, his reputation preceded him; intercepted at the border, he was humiliatingly strip-searched and left standing in sub-zero temperatures for more than an hour by the border police. In the end, his intrigues came to nothing, but that did not stop him writing to the British government to demand “chocolate for Zedzed,” his coy reference to the major honor he craved. To the loudly expressed disgust of George V, who had come to loathe him, Lloyd George grudgingly recommended a Knight Grand Cross, enabling Zaharoff to style himself “Sir Basil” (against protocol, since he was by this time a French citizen) for the remainder of his life.
There remains the matter of the Zaharoff fortune, estimated on his death bed by “fiscal experts” to have amounted to $1.2 billion from the Great War alone. Zedzed often claimed to have given vast sums away—he endowed chairs at the University of Oxford and in Paris, was reputed to have personally funded Greece’s war with Turkey over Smyrna, and was still, the American press excitedly reported, “believed to be the wealthiest man in all Europe.” Yet, after his death, the cash seemed to melt away, vanishing just as surely as the further “tons of documents” that servants hastily burned at his château. Zaharoff’s will was proved at just £193,103, rather less than $1 million at the time, leaving us to wonder: Was his money hidden? Was it spent? Or were all those reports of a billion-dollar fortune merely the last of the great myths that Zedzed happily allowed to circulate?
Dedicated to the memory of Clive Trebilcock.
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25 thoughts on “The mysterious Mr. Zedzed, the wickedest man in the world”
I’m sure hell has a special place for people like him.
[…] Really, people who think Aleister Crowley ever was the “wickedest man in the world” are fooling themselves, perhaps even desperate for a distraction from the truly wicked, as pointed out in “The Mysterious Mr. Zedzed: The Wickedest Man in the World” by Mike Dash […]
I can’t help but assume he was the inspiration for the Dr. Moriarty of the recent Sherlock Holmes movies. What a great sinister character. There are shades of him in Lex Luthor and other super-rich villains.
That was a seriously great read. Quality post!
Fascinating stuff, what I wouldn’t give to have a look at those diaries!
Now that’s an interesting if dense weekend read
Very interesting. A good Sunday read
The original Super Villain.
I can’t help but wonder how bummed guys like Zaharoff and Crowley get that despite all their many years of evil doing the history books will always remember others as the “most evil”.
Being bad ain’t good, but it sure is interesting.
What a fascinating life! There oughta be a film
So this guy is Destro without the mask?
Great article about olde(ish) world intrigue. Compulsory reading for history buffs
[…] Getting completely away from rampaging lions and tigers (no, not gonna complete that phrase), there were two other pieces to include here that dealt with people reminiscent of the Dos Equis Most Interesting Man in the World. From Mike Dash for the Smithsonian Magazine came The Mysterious Mr. Zedzed: The Wickedest Man in the World (yeah, same alliteration as the Dos Equis guy, but also quite a dude) on turn of the 20th Century arms merchant Basil Zaharoff […]
Crowley did no “evil doing”. His drug abuse, mysticism, sex culting, and politically incorrect libertarian views are no worse than Madonna and Keith Richards put together.
We’re talking about the ethical boundaries of sales in class tonight, and this guy broke every single rule in the book
Parallels with Sir James Savile include pimping, dubious award of knighthood, international espionage, arsonist, scandalous reputation, charitable benefactors, intimate of royalty, confidant of kings and eminence grise who worked behind the scenes influencing governments for nefarious purposes. They both liked to flaunt their honours on their chests. Both men since their deaths have been accused of numerous crimes ranging from starting the first world war to being the Yorkshire ripper. Both men were fond of bragging about their wealth and power.
Zaharoff went to great lengths to destroy all traces of his life which culminated in him burning 58 years of diaries and documents in his Paris mansion. Savile famously shunned using the internet to ensure no digital footprint was left of any online activities.
This is not to suggest they were one and the same entity not least because Savile was born in 1926 and Zaharoff died in 1936, just that there were many similarities between the two. Some researchers are linking paedophile rings and the subsequent blackmail of politicians with the modern day arms industry.
Mathilde was able to influence navy purchases mainly because after Nicholas she was a mistress of Grand Duke Sergey, who ran the Artillery Department. Admiral Alexey Krylov describes in his memoir (English title, ‘Professor Krylov’s Navy”) how an artillery factory had to bribe her to have a multi-million order for 60 naval fortress guns to move forward. He also devotes a chapter to Basil Zaharoff whom he knew well and with whom he had dealingS both in his professional capacity (Krylov headed several naval departments closely involved with naval purchases) and on a personal level. He visited Zaharoff in France every time he was there, and his daughter (her recollections are also in the book) remembered how Zaharoff, to thank Krylov for some advice or service, send her a marvelous doll with a trousseau that was so huge and expensive, that later, during the Civil War,it saved her aunt from hunger. The woman exchanged the doll’s cloth for food during the war.
fascinating story , and certainly something i did not know anything about
real pity that he decided to burn up his memoirs so we could read his dubious legacy posthumously
not for any other reason, but that he kept from history all those he would have …well…. burned
What I find interesting is that there are many historical facts which happened only a hundred or so years ago and for which we know nothing about. Who knows how little we really know about the human history since the ancient times.
In most cases we just assume things based on the little information we uncover. In other cases we just “create” our histories based on the descriptions of the victors or of those who knew how to write and had the means to maintain written records of things.
In reality what we know as an “accepted” history of the world may be a mix of true and made up stories.
i cant even say how many time i read the article just so i can absorb it
i will say this though … it somehow justifies my non-sympathy towards the brits, who…well… yes, they where a major contributor, but not only, to liberation from turks and germans ….yet …. i cant stop thinking about, not only what is mentioned in he article, but also there hand in the goings on of cyrus, not only before its independance, but also after … like being “a guarantor” of cyprus , without not also taking into account their actions before independance
however, and by the same token, it also strongly confirms and reaffirms my strongest of beliefs that the biggest enemy of the greeks are the greeks themselves
Typical Brits. Did you expect any different? These are the “cultured Europeans” I was talking about in another post…
Found a very interesting article about Zaharoff and his relationship with Lloyd George, here:
Sir Basil Zaharoff, the “mystery man of Europe”. – Zaharoff, who was born in 1851 in Constantinople, married one Emily Ann Burrows of Knightsbridge. Maundy Gregory then introduced Emily Ann to the [sexually] insatiable Lloyd George. From that time on, he was at Zaharoff’s mercy.
You’ve unearthed a classic bit of conspiracy theory.
Zaharoff’s wife Emily Burrows was born on 23 October 1853, and she married him in October 1872. That would have made her in her early 60s by the time Lloyd George took power as Prime Minister in 1916 – scarcely the most obvious sexual morsel for Zaharoff to have served up. In any case, the couple had certainly separated (though not divorced) by 1874, a decade before Zaharoff bigamously married Jeannie Billings; and she was still sufficiently angry at him to travel to Rotterdam and confront him when he arrived in Europe with his new bride. To suggest that Burrows would have remained at her husband’s beck and call after suffering the sort of humiliation the Billings affair heaped on her stretches credulity well past breaking point.
Maundy Gregory is a very interesting character, though. He’s best known as an honours broker (that is, he sold honours such as knighthoods and baronies to people who would pay political parties handsomely for them, mostly between 1919 and 1933) – but he did have dabblings in the world of intelligence during the First World War. I’m going to look further into his history.
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