Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1962-11-18


spies.
You may wonder how an
man who figured in such a de
grading spectacle could eve
feel proud of being English.
But l have always regarded
myself as a true patriot.
One of my ancestors equipped
two warships at his own ex'
pense to fight against thu
Spanish Armada. For this HI
was rewarded by a grant o.
arms from Queen Elizabeth I.
When war came I was still al
school and in my early teens.
At II I volunteered for fly
ing duties with the RAF-but
they turned me down.
Photographer in Raj
Some months later, on jan
uary Z, 1943, my Gallup papers
came. While I waited I hao
two jobs.
The first was at a city
branch of the Midland Bank
where my uncle was an execu-
tor and trustee.
The second was at the Ad-
miralty, as a temporary clerk
The Raj trained me as a
photographer, and I served
with the 1877 Wing in North
west Europe.
The men who taught me
could never have realized that
years later I would be using a
camera to spy against my own
country.
War is a tragic and terrible
thing. I cannot bear people
talking about it. In my travels
and I've Travelled extern
sively-I have been Mortified by
the ugly scars left on many
European battlefields of both
world wars.
Two years after the war; just
before my release from the
Raj, I took a moral leadership
course. Then I rejoined my
family at Addison House, st.
Johns Wood. London.
Wanted to Travel
/ had no intention of return
ing to the Admiralty. I wanted
to travel and live a full life.
One can hardly see anything
piles Of documents
from a Whitehall desk.
But family friend helped
me back into the Admiralty.
After a while the job actu-
ally appeared exciting, with
bright prospects.
/ Joined the young conserve
alive association at st. Johns
Woodland the Bath Club,
where you are I'M
likely to meet a Communist.
I liked the club. Often I en-
5ertained my lady friends there.
In 1881 / took the most i'm
portant step in my life. I be-
came a Catholic.
My course of instruction took
place at the Church of the
Jesuit Fathers in Farmstreet.
Mayfair.
Vacancy in Moscow
At the beginning Of 1854
noticed by chance that there
was a vacancy in the British
embassy in Moscow.
I applied. Within the next
ten days I had been accepted,
and was on my way to the I'M
known.
I felt a strange thrill as I
made my own plans to fly
there.
At Helsinki I changed to a
Russian plane. My only COM
panions were French and Amer
lean diplomats. And, of course,
the Russian air crew. I was
fascinated by them, their au-
stere clothes and colorful Ian
guage.
1t was like a schoolboy
adventure.
Late that night I arrived in
Moscow.
After a fast moonlight car
ride from the airport through
huge banks of snow piled be-
side the road, I got my first
glimpse of the Kremlin.
The driver stopped, and 1
took in the fantastic vista of
the great red-bricked buildings.
To me, they appeared like
something out Of a fairy tale.
Delighted by Russia
Already I was captivated by
Russia.
Next morning / went to the
nearest big store and bought a
beaverton hat and some fancy
fur boots-then I reported to
the British embassy.
The embassy is just across
the river from the former palace
of the Cars, and the walled
Kremlin.