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'I want you to keep one of these,' he said. 'Keep it safe.'
'I will.' She put the disk in her pocket but did not thank him for his act of trust. Instead, she produced a doc.u.ment of her own, a clipping from a daily newspaper. It was folded twice and slightly torn in one corner.
'Did you see The Times The Times?'
Gaddis shook his head. 'Been a bit busy with one thing and another. House arrest until three o'clock this afternoon, then I had to run some errands.'
She smiled. 'Take a look.'
Gaddis took the clipping and opened it up. It was a page from Sat.u.r.day's Times Times. There was a circle of red biro halfway down.
BIRTHS, MARRIAGES AND DEATHSNEAME, Thomas Brian, died peacefully on 26 October aged 91 after a short illness. Private funeral service at Magdalen Hill Cemetery, Alresford Rd. Family flowers only. Any donations to Marie Curie Nurses.
He pa.s.sed it back to her.
'Where have I seen that before?'
'You don't believe it?'
'I don't believe it.'
There was no more left to be said. It was time to go back to Holly. He wanted to telephone Natasha in Spain. He longed to speak to Min.
'We'll call you into the Office in a couple of days,' Tanya said. 'There's the money to sort out.'
'Ah yes, the money.'
He went towards her and they embraced. Tanya squeezed his chest, as if reluctant to let go.
'Thank you,' he said, kissing her on the cheek. Her skin was soft and cold. 'For everything. Without you-'
'Don't mention it,' she said, already turning to leave. 'I'll see you in a few days.'
Chapter 59.
On the orders of Sir John Brennan, Thomas Neame had been moved from the Meredith nursing home on the outskirts of Winchester to a retirement village in the suburbs of Stoke-on-Trent. His name had been changed to Douglas Garside. He was denied Internet access and a mobile phone. He was largely confined to a two-bedroom house which he was obliged to share with a fifty-eight-year-old Scottish spinster named Kirsty who cooked his meals, washed his clothes and occasionally drove him to the local multiplex to watch whatever costume drama or arthouse hit had managed to force its way north from London.
Kirsty was ex-MI5. She had been told all about Peter, all about the trouble in Winchester, and had given Edward Crane so little wriggle room that, on at least two occasions, he had thrown her 'filthy b.l.o.o.d.y food' across the kitchen in a blizzard of crockery and threatened to 'burn her in her bed' if she didn't stop 'watching him like a hawk twenty-five hours a day'. Three times, he had rung Brennan direct (from a phone box near the local fish-and-chip shop) to complain that he was being treated 'worse than a member of the ANC on Robben Island'. Crane entertained frequent dreams of making a break for Hull by taxi, where he knew that he could catch an overnight ferry to Rotterdam. It would have been a glorious homage to his old pal Guy Burgess, but SIS had left him with no pa.s.sport, no money, and with no contact details for any of the agents many of them long since dead whom ATTILA had known during the Cold War.
'You just cause too much trouble, Eddie,' Brennan had explained. 'We can't afford to take the risk.'
It was a BBC doc.u.mentary about the Taleban that had caught Crane's eye. The modern fanatic, he learned, had resorted to Moscow Rules. Your average Islamist freedom fighter didn't use a mobile phone, didn't communicate by email. They were too easy to trace. Instead, he had adopted more old-fas.h.i.+oned means: the letter, the dead drop, the go-between. All of which gave Edward Crane an idea.
He had read several articles in the broadsheet press by a stalwart of Radio 4's evening schedules whose views on everything from Sergei Platov to Salman Rushdie were taken as gospel by a spellbound and grateful British public. The broadcaster in question had written books, appeared on talk shows, even lectured at the Smithsonian.
Edward Crane decided to write him a letter.
Sir,As an undergraduate at Trinity College, Cambridge, in the 1930s, I studied alongside a man named Edward Crane who was a close friend of Guy Burgess and who later worked at Bletchley Park with John Cairncross.For reasons which are perhaps obvious, I can say very little more at this stage. Only that Edward Crane became a close personal friend throughout my life, to the extent that he gave me a copy of his memoirs shortly before his death. These memoirs reveal that Crane was a Soviet a.s.set every bit as successful as his more celebrated comrades in the so-called 'Ring of Five'.I would like to find a publisher for Crane's memoirs. A broadcaster and historian of your standing, prepared both to validate the book's authenticity and to make its existence known to a wider public, would be of incalculable value. I do hope you will consider visiting me in Stoke, where alas I am confined to barracks in a retirement village, battling on at the age of 92.Should you wish to contact me, please send a message to the PO Box listed above. Since this letter is personal to you, I would be grateful if you would respect its confidentiality.Yours sincerelyDouglas Garside Crane sealed the envelope, found a stamp in the kitchen, walked out into a damp Staffords.h.i.+re morning and dropped the letter into a post box less than a hundred metres from his front door.
Kirsty didn't see a thing.
Acknowledgements
My deepest thanks to Melissa, to my mother and father, and to Stanley and Iris. To Julia Wisdom, Rachel Rayner, Emad Akhtar, Anne O'Brien and all the team at HarperCollins. To Keith Kahla, Dori Weintraub and everybody at St Martin's Press. To Tif Loehnis, Luke Janklow, Will Francis, Rebecca Folland, Kirsty Gordon, Claire Dippel and their colleagues at Janklow and Nesbit. To Emily Hayward and Tanya Tillett at the Rod Hall Agency. And to all the staff at The Week The Week.
I am also very grateful to Melinda Hughes, Sam Loewenberg, Craig Arthur, Matthew Beaumont, Maxim Chernavin, Rory Carleton Paget, Annabel Byng, Tom Miller, James Owen, Guy Walters, Rupert Allason, James Holland, Alanna O'Connell, Giles Waterfield, Jonathan, Anna and Carolyn Hanbury, William and Mary Seymour, Grant Murray, Cal Flyn, Josie Jackson, Tom Cain, Sue and Stephen Lennane, Christian Spurrier, Annette Nielebock, Boris Starling, Nick Stone, Ali Karim, Michael Stotter, Nick, Bard, Chev and Viki Wilkinson.
The following books were very useful: Their Trade is Treachery Their Trade is Treachery by Chapman Pincher (New English Library, 1982); by Chapman Pincher (New English Library, 1982); The Defence of the Realm: The Authorized History of MI5 The Defence of the Realm: The Authorized History of MI5 by Professor Christopher Andrew (Allen Lane, 2009); by Professor Christopher Andrew (Allen Lane, 2009); My Five Cambridge Friends My Five Cambridge Friends by Yuri Modin (Headline, 1995); by Yuri Modin (Headline, 1995); The Crown Jewels: The British Secrets at the Heart of the KGB's Archives The Crown Jewels: The British Secrets at the Heart of the KGB's Archives by Nigel West and Oleg Tsarev (HarperCollins, 1999); by Nigel West and Oleg Tsarev (HarperCollins, 1999); Anthony Blunt: His Lives Anthony Blunt: His Lives by Miranda Carter (Pan, 2002). During his talk at Daunt Books, Sam Gaddis ought to have acknowledged the debt he owes to the scholars.h.i.+p of Peter Truscott. by Miranda Carter (Pan, 2002). During his talk at Daunt Books, Sam Gaddis ought to have acknowledged the debt he owes to the scholars.h.i.+p of Peter Truscott.
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A note on 'The Cambridge Five'
While studying at Trinity College, Cambridge, in the 1930s, Kim Philby, Anthony Blunt, Guy Burgess, Donald Maclean and John Cairncross were recruited by Moscow Centre as agents of the Soviet NKVD. They became known as 'The Cambridge Five'.
Burgess would go on to work for the BBC and for the Foreign Office. Maclean, the son of a prominent Liberal MP, also joined the Foreign Office and was First Secretary at the British Emba.s.sy in Was.h.i.+ngton DC between 1944 and 1948. Philby became an officer in the Secret Intelligence Service (better known as MI6). Blunt, a world authority on the paintings of Nicolas Poussin, worked for MI5 until 1945, at which point he was appointed Surveyor of the King's Pictures (and, later, the Queen's Pictures). During World War II, John Cairncross worked as an a.n.a.lyst at Bletchley Park. All five men pa.s.sed vast numbers of cla.s.sified doc.u.ments to their handlers in the NKVD.
In May 1951, Burgess and Maclean boarded a ferry in Southampton, England, and defected to the Soviet Union. Their disappearance caused an international uproar. They had been tipped off by Blunt and Philby that MI5 were about to expose Maclean as a traitor. Four years later, Philby held a press conference at which he denied being the so-called 'Third Man'. He was exonerated in the House of Commons by the Foreign Secretary, Harold Macmillan, and continued to provide information to SIS. Seven years later, while working as a journalist in Lebanon, Philby boarded a Soviet freighter in Beirut and was spirited back to Moscow. The trauma of his betrayal haunts British Intelligence to this day.
Cairncross was identified as a Soviet agent in 1952. However, his involvement in the Cambridge ring was covered up by the British government. In 1964, Blunt also signed a full confession, in return for immunity from prosecution. In 1979, Margaret Thatcher admitted to the House of Commons that Sir Anthony Blunt, one of the pillars of the British Establishment, had been a Soviet a.s.set for more than thirty years. MI5 and SIS faced a further bout of bloodletting.
Guy Burgess died of alcoholism in Moscow in 1963. Maclean, who worked for the Soviet Foreign Ministry, died in 1983. In the same year, Blunt, who had been stripped of his knighthood, died at his home in London. Five years later, Kim Philby was granted a full state burial by the Soviet authorities. Cairncross, who had lived in Italy, Thailand and France, died in 1995, five years after the Soviet defector Oleg Gordievsky confirmed him as the 'Fifth Man'.
The recruitment of the Cambridge Spies is regarded as the most successful 'penetration' by a foreign Intelligence service in the history of espionage. In Russia, the men from Trinity College were known simply as 'The Magnificent Five'.
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