Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1962-11-18
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Briton Tells Of Red Trap

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I were as close as mother ano
son could be.
We were both unconventional
We both liked a gay, social
life. We thought nothing OF
going out to a night club to-
gether after midnight.
But there was one thing she
never knew about me. Right
up to the time she died two
years ago, she had no idea that
I had turned traitor.
Lived Double Life
For nearly eight years-until
Scotland Yards Special Branch
arrested me on the steps of the
Admiralty last month"; was
living a double life of fear and
intrigue.
And for six Of those years
I was actively spying.
On orders from Moscow, I
smuggled out vital secret infor-
nation and handed it over to
two Red agents in London. In
return, they kept me supplied
with enough money to live it
up with high society.
AS I stood in the dock of No.
! Court at the Old Bailey, my
only fear was that I would be
sentenced to spend the rest of
my life in prison.
During my five weeks in Brix-
ton on remand after arraign-
ment, I had listened to the buzz
Of speculation about the length
of sentence.
Even my dear friends gently
tried to condition me to face
the next 35 to 40 years behind
bars. I was told that I was
liable to receive a total of So
years.
Feared Long Sentence
And when / heard the solemn
words Of Lord Parker, the Lord
Chief Justice, I feared that the
speculation was accurate.
He said: "One cannot shut
ones eyes to the fact that al
most from the inception back
in 1855 you were accepting
money, and accepting money
to the extent, it may be, of
doubling your salary. take the
view that one OF the compelling
reasons for what you did was
pure selfish greed
His words stunned me be-
cause ! thought / would never
see life outside a prison again
unless I lived to be a very old
man. ss
4 am now SO. I got is years. /
AT the most, with good conduct
remission, I can serve IL.
THAT stiIl leaves a lot of time
for me to reflect.
How did /, the son OF a cler- |
gyman Of excellent reputation
become involved in this sordid
spy story?
How did I grow up to floutl
the moral law Of my father'si
teaching?
How did I become a topflight
spy for Russia and fool the
British secret service for six
years?
Even today I am puzzled.
Blackmail could be the SIM
pie answer.
Father was Chaplain
But to understand fully you.
must first know all about me.
and follow The events which
landed me LII the dock at the
Old Bailey.
MY life started in st, Bar
tholomew's Hospital, London,
SO years ago. on Sept. 20, 1924
barely so yards from the Old
Bailey.
NO one could have had a bet
ter start in life. My father, a
kind. generous man was chap
lain to the hospital. He is now
curate at st. James's, Piccadil-
ly.
My mother was a nurse.
At boarding school at Sea-
ford, Sussex, and later at Mon
mouth School, in the beautiful
Wye valley I experienced a
terrible loneliness without her.
My need for companionship
was obvious to some of the
other boys.
AN older boy from the rugby
team made approaches, and
one night, after lights out inI
the dormitory. a boy came to
my room.
!. never forgaye myself for
these incidents. To help me to
forget I buried myself in work
and sport.
Joined Village Choir
sI.joined the village choir and
the school Scout troop.
But it is strange how those
memories flashed back through
my mind one night in Moscow
when was drunk and I'M