Evening star., 1950-01-30
l Spied for StoIin-
Eighth OF a SerieS.)
BY Hede Mossinq
As Told 70 Eugene lyons
Copyriohf. losn bv Hal. N..x;,,

" iiSuS MoSSin9
As Told 10 Eugene lyons
copyright, 1880, by Hede Mossinsl
NEW YORK, Jan. 30.-There
are three separate Soviet espion-
age machines abroad and they
are kept apart carefully. One is
Military Intelligence, the so-called
Third Section of the Red Army.
The Second is the Comintern
network, guiding and guarding
the Communist movement all over
the world. Finally there is the
secret police apparatus, the for
e1gn division of the GPU (now
MVD), with which I was con-
nected.
Naturally, I was never informed
In so many words which of the
machines I served. It would have
been an unthinkable blunder to
inquire. But I knew, all the same,
through process of elimination.
The fact that I was constantly
warned not to mix publicly with
known Communists meant that
was not in the Comintern ring.
was repeatedly reprimanded for
violating this rule. But so many
OF my friendshipS-dating back
to my first sojourn here-were
with Communists that was given
some leeWay in this respect.
Strings Led Back to GPU.
And knew that Ludwig, my
European chief, was in no way
connected with Krivitsky. the top
Military Intelligence officer in the
same area. That left little doubt
in my mind that the strings of nv
apparatus led back to the Liub-
yanka in Moscow. headquarters of
the GPU.
Only once did my work bring
me in contact with the Comintern
network in the United States.
That was when I needed the help
OF j. Peters, one of the lieutenants
OF my former husband, Gerhart
ESler. on an urgent job. NV
chiefs, Fred and Bill, were frankly
distressed by this overlapping
lasting nearly year, and relieved
when it was wound up.
II I knew relatively little about
my own apparatus, it was be-
cause under the Soviet practice
I was not supposed to know any
more. At the end of 1885, to take
a specific point in my experience.
l was personally acquainted with
only six members of my group on
this side of the ocean.
Leaders Disappeared at. Times.
There was Fred, and under
him, Bill. Then, on my own level.
I knew only Berman and another
Russian, Anton; a Czech, who
passed as Victor, and a minor
Matt Hari of German origin, Gerda
Frankfurter.
When Bill or Fred disappeared
for longish periods, sometimes
as much as month, I assumed
that. they were checking with
agents in other parts of the coun-
try. After such intervals, of course,
they never dropped a hint as
to where they had been or why.
Both Gerda and I were known
to the others by our own names.
My physical setup was modest
a small apartment and humble
living standard-which was con-
sistent with my public role as
correspondent for an anti-fascist
magazine. Gerda had more
background, with a large
apartment in the East Sixties,
fine clothes, and even jewelry.
Presumably her field of activity
called for this, although the cir
cumstance that she was Bills
paramour helped.
Fred Was Likeable Person.
Bill sneered at Ludwig, whom
I deeply admired, and several
times reminded me: You're work.
ing for me. not Ludwig" But
Fred shared my high regard for -
Ludwig, and it was a bond be- /,
tween US. 1t is likely that he ul-
paid with his life fer
this known affection for Ludwig.
Fred was a small man, partly
bald and crowding so, unassum-
ing and of good education. He
was the unobtrustive sort who b
would not draw a second look in /:
q crowd, a valuable asset in his B
occupation. In Europe, during my 3
frequent courier journeys, heard 3
that he came from an aristocratic 4
family and had been an officer 4
in the Czarist army, but could
not confirm this. 4
Gerda, who was inclined to /
boast about her inside knowledge
of apparatus affairs, referred to
him as Boris. Subsequently I
came to know that this was prob ]
ably his real name-Boris Bazarov, /
as I was able to check through
FBI photos shown to me for
Identification.
Sent Box of Red Roses.
His wife was with him in New
York. But in all our years OF