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Kim Philby and the Great Betrayal
by Ben Macintyre
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"He was a bit of a communist at Cambridge, wasn't he?"
"Oh that was all schoolboy nonsense," Jack Philby airily replied. "He's a reformed character now."
Nicholas Elliott, meanwhile, was making a parallel career move. In the summer of 1941 he was also transferred to Section V, with responsibility for the Netherlands. Henceforth Philby would be fighting German espionage in the Iberian peninsula, and Elliott would be doing the same in Nazi-occupied Holland, from the next-door office. Each would be paid a salary, in cash, of six hundred pounds a year and neither, in accordance with long-standing secret-services rules, would pay any tax. Philby and Elliott were now fighting shoulder to shoulder in the "active pursuit and liquidation of the enemy intelligence services."
Section V was not housed in London with the rest of MI6 but headquartered in Glenalmond, a large Victorian house in St Albans, some twenty miles north of the capital, code-named "War Station XB." Kim Philby and Aileen rented a cottage on the outskirts of the town.
Philby had been introduced to his future wife, on the day war was declared, by Flora Solomon, a friend from Cambridge. The daughter of a Jewish-Russian gold tycoon, Solomon was another exotic bloom in the colorful hothouse of Philby's circle: as a young woman she had had an affair with Aleksandr Kerensky, the Russian prime minister deposed by Lenin in the October Revolution, before going on to marry a British First World War general. In 1939, she was hired to improve working conditions at Marks & Spencer, and here she met and befriended Aileen Furse, a store detective in the shop's Marble Arch branch. "Aileen belonged to that class, now out of fashion, called 'county,' " wrote Solomon. "She was typically English, slim and attractive, fiercely patriotic." Working undercover, in her twinset and raincoat, she was virtually invisible when discreetly policing the aisles of Marks & Spencer. Aileen tended to disappear in a crowd, hanging back, watchful and careful. Her upbringing in the Home Counties had been strictly conventional, boring, and quite lonely. Secretly, she was "subject to depressions." Aileen Furse and Kim Philby met over drinks at Solomon's Mayfair home. Philby began talking about his experiences as a newspaper correspondent during the Spanish civil war. "He found an avid listener in Aileen," wrote Solomon, and "the next I knew they were sharing a flat."
Their union, it seemed to Elliott, was an ideal one, founded on a shared love of good company. Elliott liked Aileen almost as much as he liked Philby, an affection that deepened after Elliot developed diabetes and she gently nursed him back to health. "She was highly intelligent," wrote Elliott, "very human, full of courage and had a pleasant sense of humor." Indeed, Aileen was just the sort of wife he hoped for himself: loyal, discreet, patriotic, and willing to laugh at his jokes. The Philbys' first child, a daughter, was born in 1941; a son followed the next year, and another the year after that. Philby was a doting father, Elliott noted approvingly, bursting with "parental pride."
The Philby home became a gathering place for the young intelligence officers of Section V, an out-of- town version of the Harris salon in London, where the doors, and various bottles, were always open. Graham Greene, then one of Philby's deputies, recalled the "long Sunday lunches in St Albans when the whole subsection relaxed under his leadership for a few hours of heavy drinking." Philby was adored by his colleagues, who recalled his "small loyalties," his generosity of spirit, and his distaste for petty office politics. "He had something about him—an aura of lovable authority like some romantic platoon commander—which made people want to appear at their best in front of him. Even his senior officers recognized his abilities and deferred to him."
Section V was a tight-knit little community, just a dozen officers and their deputies and a similar number of support staff. Officers and secretaries were on Christian-name terms, and some were on more intimate terms than that. Philby's "merry band" included his old school friend Tim Milne, a jovial eccentric named Trevor Wilson who had formerly been "a purchaser of skunk excrement in Abyssinia for the French perfume company Molyneux," and Jack Ivens, a fruit exporter who spoke fluent Spanish. The local townsfolk were led to believe that the educated young men and women in the big house were a team of archaeologists from the British Museum, excavating the ruins of Verulamium, the Roman name for St Albans. Mrs. Rennit, the cook, served solid English fare and fish-and- chips on Fridays. On the weekends they played cricket on the pitch behind Glenalmond before repairing to the King Harry pub next door. Colonel Cowgill was the boss, but Philby was the animating spirit of the group: "The sense of dedication and purpose to whatever he was doing gleamed through and inspired men to follow him." Elliott was not alone in his adulation. "No one could have been a better chief than Kim Philby," wrote Graham Greene. "He worked harder than anyone else and never gave the impression of labor. He was always relaxed, completely unflappable." In even the most casual bureaucracies there is room for jockeying, but Philby was the epitome of loyalty. "If one made an error of judgment he was sure to minimise it and cover it up, without criticism." Desmond Bristow, a new Spanish-speaking recruit, arrived at Glenalmond in September 1941 and was welcomed by Philby, "a gentle-looking man with smiling eyes and an air of confidence. My first impression was of a man of quiet intellectual charm. . . . He had a spiritual tranquillity about him." The "cosiness" of Section V distinguished it from other, more reserved parts of MI6. The team members kept few secrets from one another, official or otherwise. "It was not difficult to find out what colleagues were doing," wrote Philby. "What was known to one would be known to all."
Excerpted from A Spy Among Friends by Ben Macintyre. Copyright © 2014 by Ben Macintyre. Excerpted by permission of Crown. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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