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Since Golitsin could not provide further information on the infiltration problem, MI5 was thus in a state of confusion.Beginning in 1966, the search for possible high-ranking spies (since the "Fluency" Commission considered Sir Roger Hollis to be the most suspect) was put on hold in order to concentrate on hunting down middle-ranking spies.Once Hanley's problem was verified, the obvious goal of moving forward was lost.Do we abandon the search for middle-level spies assuming Goriniewski's story is pure fiction, or do we continue to search for suspects among those in Hanley's case?If we assume that Gorinevsky's story about the mid-level spies is fiction, is this supposed trap designed to distract us from the other mid-level spies, or from the high-level spies?Do both situations exist, or neither?Doing nothing is obviously impossible.So like the actors in a Greek tragedy, we have no real choice but to continue to expand the scope of our investigation and attack in all directions.

The next biggest suspect is Gregory Stevens (not his real name), an extroverted, intelligent officer with a mischievous sense of humor.Sixty percent of Stevens' case matched Goriniewski's allegations.He has a deeper Polish background than Hanley.He was half Polish, and he had climbed to Hanley's old post as head of MI5 Polanco.There, his extensive knowledge of the language, history, and culture of his mother's country enabled him to achieve great success.Ironically, perhaps unfortunately, Stevens was the very officer who had talked to Goriniewski in 1963 and was the first to hear about the middle-level spy.Is this another coincidence, like Hollis's visit to Guzenko?

Like Hanley, Stevens wore military uniform and had contact with a KGB officer.The KGB officer carried out the recruitment on the basis of Gorinevsky's revelations.Both Hanley and Stevens had attended the Calcutta Conference in 1945, at which Stevens was assigned to Stalin as a military interpreter, translating Russian into English for him until Stalin confronted him. Dissatisfied with the Polish accent in the Russian he spoke, he was replaced. Like Hanley, Stevens had received psychiatric treatment, so I made another cautious visit to Harley Street.But Hanley had informed the doctor of the nature of his profession, and Stevens had never given any hint of his service in the national security apparatus.

"I wouldn't have thought he was mentally stable enough to do this kind of work," said the doctor. "Do you think he is reliable?" I asked casually. "He is very clever," replied the doctor, "but I think his cleverness sometimes leads him astray." "what do you mean……?" "He's a bit of 'Walter Mitty,' and I don't think you can always believe what he says." The more I looked into his case, the more I wondered if he should have been brought in in the first place.It seems hard to tell.He was a good officer and a rare asset to the intelligence community.But in the final analysis, this person should not have been allowed to join the intelligence department if he looked carefully.Mental illness is only a small part of the whole problem, the real concern is his Polish background.According to his work history, he regularly travels to Poland on vacation with official permission and to visit his relatives.An uncle with whom he was particularly close was an active member of the Polish Communist Party, and the two of them met occasionally in London.MI5 usually rejected applicants whose family background had even slight ties to the British Communist Party.For such an organization, the Stevens case raises an obvious problem, and the fact that a man like him has ties to the middle-level espionage investigation makes matters even trickier.Because in order to cleanse himself, he must pass a thorough review to prove his innocence.And since half of his family lived behind the Iron Curtain, such a review would have been impossible.

After our best investigation, Stevens was called in for questioning.The interrogation was conducted between me and Patrick.Patrick, a one-eyed Gurkha officer, was an interrogator in D Division III. Stevens had expected the subpoena ever since he first heard Goriniewski's account of the middle-level spies with contacts with the Poles.He alternates between offense and defense.He stared at me nervously, as if trying to convince me he was telling the truth.He admits that the accusation suits him well and has a reason, and that it would be bizarre for a man of his background to be hired by an organization like MI5.

"I keep thinking that one day people will remember that I'm half-Polish," he said. "I don't think I'll pass this test, will I?" "I don't know," I replied, "but, if it will reassure you, I can tell you that it is not I but Jones who decides the matter." He clearly felt that no matter how the interrogation went, he could not win.Unlike Hanley, he couldn't hope to walk through Purgatory without hurting his bones. One morning three days later, he came grimly into the room and sat down at the table facing me. "It's time for me to tell you something," he said, "I've decided to confess..."

I gave Jim the wink and he immediately started taking notes.This is just an added precaution, since all of the conversations were recorded. "Yes," he went on, "I've been trying to talk to someone about this for years. You're right . . . I'm the spy you're looking for." He twisted his body and sat in front of me, his shoulders trembling, as if weeping.But this lasted only a moment, and then he raised his head and looked me straight in the eye. "Do you really mean that, Greg?" I asked. "You have witnesses, don't you?" "Do you know that you have to have an answer to the office?"

He nodded.I leaned over and told Jim to notify Tom Roberts, the chief's security officer, and arrange for someone from the Special Division to be sent immediately.Stevens sat across from me, and the pile of papers and questions in front of me suddenly became redundant. "It's all true," he said again, very clearly. I told him it was best not to say anything until Tom Roberts arrived.Jim Patrick came back and we sat for a while in silence.Then, I noticed that Stevens' shoulders were shaking again.For a moment I thought he was crying, maybe even going to collapse.This situation is very common.

"Damn it," I said to myself, "I should have sent the bureau doctor to stand by." Then, suddenly, he burst out laughing. "You really believe what I say, don't you?" he said. I felt very embarrassed all of a sudden, and I only felt a fever on my face. "I'm not very sure……" "You want a spy, don't you? I think I can give you one. I know, I'm going to get fired anyway." He said, flushing suddenly, the joke was over anyway. "I don't think we should discuss such things here," I replied. "Tom Roberts will be here soon, and you can explain all this to Jones."

From what I can tell, it was a real confession (he is now trying to retract it).I feel like I know Stevens well enough to believe it was just a prank.But he had done a great fool, and his chances of surviving this investigation were almost certainly lost. Jones was shocked when he heard about it.He was a lawyer and always admired MI5's deft handling of problems. "What do you think?" he asked me when I got back to his office, "was it a false confession or was it later retracted?" "You know my point of view," I replied, "I'm sure he's innocent, because from the very beginning I thought the accusations made by this middle-level spy were a fabrication. I just thought he was a little out of his mind..."

Jones grunted.Stories of false traitors were always off-putting to a man of his stature. "Do you think the whole thing is a fabrication? I mean the Gorinevsky affair." I told him we checked the recordings before the interrogation. "I even had Stevens check the translation, oh, that's what Goriniewski said." "Don't expect us to keep him any longer," he said to himself, biting his pipe. "The man is obviously not of sound mind. The thing in Poland is really queer. If it's in the papers..." He waved me away. Within an hour, Gregory Stevens was fired.He stayed with Jones for ten minutes before Tom Roberts led him onto the pavement outside the Leconfield Building.He didn't even get to clear his desk in time. A few days later Arthur came to see me.We hadn't seen each other very often since he came to MI6.He is old and looks less energetic than before, but he still can't forget the past.He wanted to know about Stevens, they used to be good friends at D, and because Arthur was much older than Stevens, Stevens had almost a fatherly feeling for him . "Do you have to do this?" he asked me. I told him about middle-level spies, retracted confessions, and all the confusion and doubts that beset us all. "What else can we do?" I asked. "How can we ask Whitehall to engage in their censorship and ignore our own problems?" "We're all bewitched," he said softly. The departure of Gregory Stevens casts a shadow of great sadness over the office.He's a popular guy, so inevitably I get blamed too.No one other than a small group of senior officials knew the context leading up to the Stevens investigation, the long history of suspected infiltration of high-level MI5, Brent's confession, the "fluency" pointing to Sir Roger Hollis The terrible secret of the conclusion, and the hunt for mid-level spies, and more. Rumors began to circulate in the Bureau that there was a kind of internal purge in D-3, and officers like Stevens were the victims of this purge, which some called the Gestapo.Some of the younger staff started avoiding me in the dining room.Casual conversations with many of my colleagues have also dwindled.Those of us involved with infiltration were all isolated, we were feared, we were looked down upon. In MI6 it was much the same.After years of being neglected, a new leader, Christopher Philpotts, was appointed to run the Counterespionage Service in the mid-sixties, which was when Project Fluid was introduced.Phil Potts generally has the image of an old-school figure in traditional British intelligence.He was a charming old soldier who liked to drink gin and wear old-fashioned scarves and collars.He was a man of discipline, and thought that after Philby's defection, King Augeas' stables in MI6 needed cleaning.Despite Dick White's best efforts, MI6 was still recovering from the trauma of the Philby, Suez, and Lieutenant Colonel Crabbe incidents.A thorough review of safe work procedures and personnel is a prerequisite for rebuilding self-confidence within the organization.Those who cannot satisfactorily account for the circumstances of their background must leave, as required by national security and suspected ultimately in the good of the country. Phil Potts unreservedly supported Operation Flow, actively implementing his own censorship program inside Century Tower.At least eight senior officials were forced to resign after Phil Potts came to power.For example, an official was forced to resign because it was discovered that he had a long-term affair with Lizzie Friedman, but he never made it clear in the game.Friedman was Philby's first wife, and it was she who almost certainly recruited Philby to become a spy for the Soviet Union.Another senior official was forced to resign because of his membership in the Communist Party in the 1930s.There are also several senior officials who had attended the Language Institute of the Three Armed Forces, but they also decided to leave because they could not explain their origins consistently.Even Nicola Elliott has come under scrutiny because he was a supporter of Philby before he finally went to Beirut to get Philby's confession, and it's possible Philby managed to get information from him .But after a lengthy interrogation, Elliott confirmed his innocence to his interrogator, Arthur Martin. None of them were actual betrayals, but because normal censorship regulations in the intelligence community had been left out for so long, it felt sudden and painful to put them into practice.They blamed MI5 for the cleansing inside MI6, especially people like Patrick Stewart and me, who many felt were using Philby's defection to settle old scores. Since my review of the Penkovsky case, I have become unpopular in certain parts of MI6.But it was the Ellis case that really drew the feud between me and the veterans of MI6 that marked my achievement. Like the Philby case, the Ellis case caused prolonged friction between MI5 and MI6.It was initially caused by the defection of Burgess, McClain.At that time MI5 set out to re-analyze intelligence provided by defector Walter Krivitzki.Krivitsky's intelligence contained a series of facts about a White Russian exile living in Paris named Vladimir von Petrov.Krivitsky claimed that Petrov had been an important spy in the GRU Fourth Bureau before the war and had reliable sources of intelligence in Britain and Germany.He operated in both countries and served both Germany and Russia as a double agent. MI5 became interested in finding out who was the supplier of that information.So they researched the von Petroff files and found some debriefings by German intelligence officers at the end of the war.German intelligence officials confirmed that Petrov was under their jurisdiction as their spy, although they did not know that Petrov also worked for the Russians.There are several reports that von Petroff has an insider in British intelligence who gets our operational orders and details of major operations, such as our secret connection between Hitler and his ambassador in London Ribbentrop Wiretapping of telephone calls.One German intelligence officer even remembered the name of Petrov's informant, an Australian named Captain Ellis, an excellent linguist with a Russian wife. Charles "Dickie" Ellis was a senior MI6 officer at the time, freshly promoted from head of MI6's Far East affairs to director of all operations in South and North America.He joined MI6 in the 1920s, when he was based in Paris and recruited spies from White Russian exiles.It was during this time that he recruited a spy close to Petrov. Prewar White Russian émigré society was a rabble of shady royalists.When MI5 raised suspicions about Ellis, MI6 dismissed any possibility that he was a spy.They insisted that it was more likely that Petrov was working for Ellis than the other way around, that Petrov lied to protect himself.In any event, Ellis has voluntarily opted for early retirement and intends to return to Australia.Relations between MI5 and MI6 were strained to the point of rupture as suspicions about Philby grew.Dick White, the new MI5 director, agreed to put the Ellis case aside in order not to escalate the tension.So this case was placed in the archives room until I took over the work of the third department of Division D. After Phil Potts became head of Counterespionage, I went to him as chairman of a "fluency" committee and asked him if he planned to support a joint MI5-MI6 investigation into the Ellis case in order to bring the case to a close.He went to White, who agreed.So I started working with a young counterintelligence officer named Bonnie Pancev from MI6's counterespionage division. The real difficulty in Ellis' case was trying to determine whether he was working for the Germans, the Russians, or both.Earlier, when we tracked down the records of the pre-war wiretapping of Hitler's phone calls with Ribbentrop, we corroborated the story told by German intelligence officers.The officer in charge of sorting out the wiretapping records at the time was Ellis.The question was whether he knew that Petrov was a Russian spy when he provided information, or whether he thought he was only working for the Germans. What first convinced me that Ellis was a Russian spy all along was a report distributed by German intelligence officers.The report spoke of Petrov's insider in British intelligence as Captain Ellis.The report was routinely sent to Kim Philby of Counterespionage.He scribbled in the margin, "Who is this Ellis? NFA," meaning "End of it," and buried it in the file.Ellis's office was just a few doors down the hall from him at the time.In my opinion, such negligence in Philby, who has always been sharp-eyed, is most doubtful. This is just one of many interesting connections between Philby's and Ellis' work histories.Within a year of Philby's suspicions, Ellis filed for early retirement for health reasons.He lived in Australia as an adviser to the Australian Secret Service, Australia's intelligence-gathering agency overseas.An Australian reported to him that Beria's confidant, Vladimir Petrov, had chosen to stay in the West rather than try his luck in Moscow and was about to defect.Upon hearing the news, Ellis returned to England almost immediately and joined Kim Philby, despite Maurice Oldfield specifically warning him not to do so.No one knows what they discussed.But from that day on, Petrov came under suspicion in Australia.When he realized that his safe at the Soviet embassy had been broken into, he immediately brought forward his scheduled defection.He escaped vigilantly two hours before the two burly KGB men from Moscow took him home.The reasons for Ellis' haste to leave Australia have never been clear.But I always imagined that he thought that the Petrov who was about to defect was the same von Petroff who had been with him in the twenties and who knew the secret of his defection. We looked at his wartime files.He spent much of the war as second-in-command to Sir Stephenson, known as "The Fearless" on the British Security Coordinating Council.Some materials from the American "Venona" clearly show that the Soviet Union manipulated a group of spies within the British Security Coordinating Committee.But as much as we racked our brains trying to match Ellis with each of the codenames, we couldn't quite figure out which one he was. I went further back to the pre-war period to search for more definitive clues to Ellis's dealings with the Soviet Union.At the time I was studying the pre-war period as part of my work in D-3.I reread Elizabeth Pritzky's autobiography, Our Own.The book is about her life experience as Ludwik Pritzky's wife.Ludvik Pritzky, also known as Ignas Duns, was a member of the "Great Outlaws" group.He had worked with Petrov under the command of the GRU Bureau 4 and was assassinated after he refused to go to Moscow and defected.The first time I read this book it was in English translation, but this time I studied its original French edition.I found a very unusual statement that did not appear in the English translation.Elizabeth Pritzky said that in the late twenties, Ludwijk had a spy at the top of British intelligence. In 1966, I went to Paris to visit Mrs. Pritzky.This very powerful lady is quite cautious about the recollection of her husband's past events, and is suspicious of all Western imperialist spies.After talking in a circle, I mentioned the passage in her book.I ventured to say tentatively that she must have got the date wrong, and that the spy was Philby, perhaps?She became quite annoyed and yelled at me for being ignorant. "That's not Philby," she said anxiously. "Ludwijk commanded the spy in Amsterdam in 1928 and 1929, when Philby was at the military school!" "Can you recognize this guy?" I asked, hiding my excitement. She began to prevaricate.She told me that she is still loyal to "one of my own" and will never tell the truth. "Oh no," I told her, "that's not the case, we need to know about it just to flesh out the file." I pulled twenty photographs out of my briefcase.Some were fake photos, others were of her husband's colleagues, including one from Ellis in his mid-twenties.She picked out pictures of everyone she knew, including Ellis's. "I don't know the man's name," she told me, "but I'm sure it's an acquaintance." I left Paris by bus and went straight to Amsterdam to meet a woman named Mrs. Peek.She was an omission for Dutchman Henri Pique.Henry Peake had acted as a Soviet outlaw and had recruited several spies in Britain before the war, including John Herbert King, who worked as a translator for the British Foreign Office.Elizabeth Pritzky suggested that I should call on Mrs. Pick, who might be able to shed some light on the photographs she had selected.Mrs. Pick was of the same type as Mrs. Pritzky, and was evidently wary of my hasty visit.She also singled out a photo of Ellis, but declined to say why. There was only one other clue left.Elizabeth Pritzky talks about Richard Sorge's arrival in England in the late twenties in her book.Sorge was an important figure in the Soviet "outlaws".During World War II, he built one of the most important espionage networks in history in China and Japan, and that mission to England was very dangerous.But she told me she didn't know any further details, and apparently tried to prevent me from visiting Sorge's creep, Christina.She lives at a girls' school near New York.I wired Stephen Mowbray, the MI6 liaison officer in Washington, to ask him to visit the lady. Christina Sorge puts the final piece on this jigsaw puzzle, but leaves a murky picture.She did remember Sorge's mission, saying he was on his way to meet a very important spy, though she knew nothing about the identity of the spy.She recalled one episode—a meeting on a street corner in London.She goes with Ricky to meet the spy, but Ricky tells her to stand back and cover him so he doesn't get into trouble.So can she recognize this person?Stephen asked her.She had seen this man before, but not very clearly.He gave her those pictures. "This person looks familiar," she said, "but I can't tell because it's been so many years." This photo is of Ellis. Finally, we interrogated Ellis.He's getting old and claims he's getting sick.So Bonnie Pancev and I were instructed to conduct this interrogation in a very gentle manner.For days, Ellis denied everything, blared and accused all of this of co-worker jealousy.But when we presented the evidence—reports from German intelligence officers and wiretapped calls and disciplinary charters—he was dumbfounded. On Friday afternoon, he returned to the interrogation room known as Room 055 in the basement of the old Ministry of Defense with a typed document in hand.It is similar to a confession.He claims he was drawn into it during his early years with MI6, when he was sent out on field assignments with no training or money.In exchange for more information, he began to provide his brother-in-law, his agent Ziransky, with bits and pieces of information about MI6's work plans.And Ziransky was connected with von Petrov.This is a dangerous game.Before long, he was being blackmailed.He said his wife was sick and he needed money, so he agreed to give Ziransky more information. Ellis's confession was careful to gloss over substantive issues, such as what information he sent and where, so we asked him to clarify these matters during the interrogation.He admitted to sending details of British intelligence's operational command plans and leaking information on wiretapping of a telephone line between Hitler and Ribbentrop, even though he knew the material would be sent to Germany by Petrov. (Information from German intelligence, partly from Stevens and Best. They were caught by the Gestapo on the Dutch border and captured by Germany. We were not able to talk to them until after the war. When they were interrogated, they said, They wondered how German intelligence knew so much about MI6.) We asked Ellis when he broke off contact with the White Russian exiles, and he admitted it was December 1939, After the outbreak of the war. Ellis is a greedy and cunning man.There he sat, with his epaulets removed, pale and paunchy, but I never heard him show an iota of apology.I can understand that a man could choose the Soviet Union for an idealistic belief, but not that he would sell out his colleagues to the Germans for a few pounds during the war.I told him that if he had been caught between 1939 and 1940, he would have been hanged. Ellis apparently thought the interrogation was over, but it had only just begun.I said we wanted to know about his dealings with the Soviet Union.He couldn't help shaking a bit in front of us, and then fought back. "Never, never with the Communist Party..." he yelled. The next day we guide him through the strange sequence of events: his trip to Australia, his hasty return to London, and their coincidence with Petrov's defection.He vehemently denied it, even as lies about some of his pre-retirement activities were repeatedly debunked.Likewise, we told him he could be immune from prosecution, but that didn't make him change his mind.Even so, I'm pretty sure Ellis had something to do with the Russians. Bonnie Pancev and I wrote the closing report on the case.Our conclusion is that, in our opinion, Ellis must have spied for the Germans, including during the Great War; and we also believe that he also spied for Russian intelligence for a long period until he was removed from close Transferred from a secret post.Christopher Philpotts approved the report without reservation and submitted it to Dick White and his deputy, Maurice Oldfield. Oldfield is a shy and good man, well versed in the principles of counter-espionage work, but lacks the ability to judge the quality of people.At first he doubted the veracity of Ellis' confession, until finally Pancev showed him the tapes of key interrogation conversations.Even though we uncovered an important traitor, I sometimes feel as though I'm the one to blame.Oldfield despised the climate of terror created by Phil Potts' censorship purge, and urged Dick to change his mind.Ellis has confessed that this fact doesn't seem to have touched his mind at all.For him, that was a long time ago, and it's best to forget about it. In the late 1960s, the climate against investigations shifted.I am eager to get some of Fluid's conclusions more widely disseminated within the two intelligence agencies.I am convinced that this is the only way we can reunite and continue working.At the time, people didn't know about these cases at all.In their eyes, our activities look like blind McCarthyism. The three departments of Department D have become such a huge department, including "fluency" and the research topics of the three departments of Department D on the 1930s.Inevitably, other senior officials resented its prioritization of sources of manpower and resources.Because they have no way of judging the importance of the work we do.This dissatisfaction grew, and they accused me of doubting everyone.If the attack was public, Jones would come to my defense.At one point he turned to my attacker and said, "Peter's job is to doubt." Like Angleton, I realized that my enemies were multiplying.It's an incomprehensible feeling.After years of being a hunter, I suddenly felt like the prey too. At an annual meeting of senior MI5 officers held at Sunningdale Civil Service College in Berkshire in 1969, the pent-up resentment finally exploded.Many officials have launched a ferocious attack on me, on the people involved in the D Branch One (Investigation), on the work we are doing.They questioned, what good things have the three departments of Division D done?They say an air of suspicion undermines the bonds of mutual trust among colleagues.They say innocent people are suffering. "Who's the innocent?" I said. "That's a lie. Who? Name it!" My hands and feet were bound.I can neither say more nor less.I can only protect myself by emphasizing that every action we take with respect to the case is personally approved by Jones.But as long as I don't explain to them the historical process of tracing the infiltration problem, it is impossible for them to understand. Later, I appealed to Jones to issue a document based on the "fluency" estimate.I developed a compendium that could be circulated to seventy senior intelligence officers. It read: the accusations of infiltration that have occurred since the war; A large number of unexplained allegations remain to this day.Jones vetoed it without even thinking about it. "If I do, Peter," he said, "it will ruin us, and we will never recover." "But these people don't even know that Brent is a spy. How can they sympathize and support our work if we don't tell them something?" "In my opinion," he said, "it's better that no one knows." "But how do we work?" I asked him. "Some young people come to work in our intelligence service every year. They listen to tapes and look at work files. But they don't know anything about it, and this is where we are. The most important issue. How can you expect them to live off lies? And unless you face it, you can't do this job. You should explain the situation to people and explain why we work. Say to them: 'Look , there are so many gaps, and that's why we're going to keep working.'” Jones couldn't listen at all.He can be stubborn like this sometimes, not always, but this time he was really inflexible. Finally I asked him, "So what am I going to do? How am I going to keep going here in the face of such hostility?" Jones suddenly turned grim: "That's the price you have to pay for sitting there and judging other people." In 1968, after Hanley's problems were cleared up, he was appointed chief of counterespionage.Hanley and I have barely spoken since the hurtful incident last year.He never said it, but I could see he blamed me for my decision to investigate him.He retaliated against me as soon as he came on stage, publicly embarrassing me at first. "Oh, Peter," he said mockingly, "again with your wild theories." But then his attacks became more and more violent.He began to deliberately transfer manpower and material resources from the three departments of Department D.At first I was forced to fight back, go to Jones and file a complaint to get the man back.But after a while I started to wonder if it was worth fighting him like this. The research tasks of the three departments of Division D are coming to an end.Only the issue of high-level infiltration remains outstanding, sitting on the sidelines for more than three years and showing no sign of reopening the case.Years of intense work have taken a toll on my health.I think it's time to retreat bravely and go back to my first hobby in my life-farming. I decided I should at least confront Hanley head-on before I retreated.I went to see him and asked him straight up why he was trying to push me away.He stated that there was no question of embarrassment.It's just because the three departments of Department D are too large, and the voices accusing you are also increasing, saying that you have neglected such inconspicuous but very important tasks as evaluating the security situation of ministers. "Okay, then leave me alone to do the desk work." But Hanley refused. “我知道我是个蹩脚的行政管理者。”我直率地承认，“但是你能肯定这样做的真正原因不是因为你忌恨这类工作吗？” 他的脸唰的一下红了。他知道我指的是什么，但是否认个人经历影响了他的判断力。 “我想你知道那是我干的吧？”我说，“你看过那份档案没有？” 窗纸给捅破了。我回到办公室找出调查哈里特案件的档案，我把所有的东西都拿给汉利看：“流畅”报告引起的对中级间谍的搜捕；猎取高层间谍一案的搁置；D处三科的调查；沃森和普罗克特案件；有关的调查；访问他的精神病医生等等。 “真没想到，”他一边翻看这些档案一边说。 “我们这些人只是受命干这种肮脏的工作，”我满腹酸楚地对他说，“如今事儿快干完了，他们却想把当初的指派掩埋掉，忘掉我们，忘掉我们做过的工作。” 掌握大量可怕机密的沉重负担只由区区几个人肩负着，这件事给了汉利深刻的印象。他意识到他缺乏这方面的经验，而且他对D处仅有的知识还是出自他五十年代处理波兰事务的那段经历。为了把D处的工作搞好，必须有人给他指点。有一天，他把我叫到他的办公室，对我说明了他面临的问题。他非常直率，我为此而敬重他。他还是想要拆散D处三科。他对我说，D处三科的大量工作已基本完成，同时，他正计划全面改组D处，无论如何，他要我当他的有关此项工作的私人顾问。我可以看每一份文件，接触处里的所有案件，以我十五年来所熟悉的情况给予他指导。和其他人不同，我一直没有离开过D处。正如狄克·怀特找我谈话时所约定的，我不被提升，但也不会被调来调去，每过一年，从一个部门换到另一个部门。D处成了我的生命，我知道每一个案子和卷宗，汉利的提议是合理的，我立即接受了。 但是，渗透的问题仍然还悬在那儿。 我说道：“谁来继续干这工作？我们不能让这件事再滑过去了。否则，其它拖下来的未结案件会堆积起来的。” 在一年多的时间里，我一直坚持认为，我们需要某种正式的机制来通盘考虑内部渗透问题。六十年代的问题是局里没有一个部门负责调查有关渗透的指控，所有事情都作临时性的处理。“流畅”没有正式的地位，只是个工作小组。这项工作交由D处一科（调查）来做并不合适，因为他们的本职工作是调查发生在情报部门外部的渗透。正是由于缺乏这样一个正式机制，才导致了局里出现指责“盖世太保”的情况。人们认为我们是在正常渠道之外进行调查活动，在军情五处这样一个等级意识浓厚的机构中，这自然是个大问题。有一个适当的部门专门从事这项工作，人们就会看到上司是充分支持这项工作的。换句话说，它就有了合法地位。 我还考虑了另外一个问题。我了解到，要使高层渗透的问题得到解决，只有让新人来着手对这个问题进行处理。在过去的十年里，这个课题变得和某些个人捆在一起了，主要是和我和阿瑟。我们被看成是心怀恶意的偏执狂，除了认定霍利斯有罪外，提不出其它解释。我竭力游说汉利和琼斯，说服他们建立这样一个部门，在给这个部门配备的人员中，既不要和我或阿瑟有关的人，也不要与十年间的可怕事件有关的人。 汉利表示怀疑，但是琼斯马上接受了这个想法并劝说汉利把它合并入他的计划中去。到一九六八年末，改组完成了。D处变成了K处，K处分成两个单位：KX，处理所有的调查工作，上头有自己的领导；KY，负责作战指令和行动，也有它自己的领导。KX合并了D处一科（调查）和老D处三科的大部分，由三个科组成：K处一科和K处二科，即苏联和卫星调查科；K处三科，是从原D处三科分出来的研究科室，为调查科服务；另外还设了一个新单位即K处七科，专门负责调查对英国情报机关渗透的指控。KY包括K处四科，即作战指令科；K处五科，即指挥间谍和行动科；K处六科，负责安全情况估计和汇编专家记录、部长级汇报、特种索引以及收集到的记录等，这项工作由我原来管辖的D处三科负责。 邓肯·瓦格是K处七科的第一任科长。他是一个很合适的人选——一个敏锐的、头脑冷静的官员。他善于辞令，一旦他想法形成，总能辩得让人对他的建议心悦诚服。在十年前他在听了霍顿妻子的怨诉后为霍顿洗刷嫌疑，因此犯了错误而使事业受挫，但是靠了踏实艰苦的工作，其中有一部分是在我辖属的莫斯科大使馆工作组里的工作，他赢得了重要机会，即这次到K处七科的使命。他的助手是一位名叫约翰·戴的刚强的前海军军官。我极力提议，在此以前曾同渗透问题有牵连的人一律不得在K处七科工作。 我和邓肯·瓦格会了一次面，把我的保险箱里和“流畅”有关的所有的材料都移交给他。这些材料包括：我私下调查霍利斯的背景情况的全部记录；我对朗斯代尔案件的分析；有关中级间谍的某些研究工作的资料。仅仅当他接过这些东西时，我才意识到：在那过去的年月里，这些小小的绿色的带有号码锁的箱子曾经是我的多么沉重的负担。 我说：“现在都归你了，谢天谢地！” 开头几天，我极少过问K处七科的事情。邓肯·瓦格和约翰·戴两人也不想让我站在旁边，怕这样会给他们自己的行动自由和声誉造成损害。我理解他们，我把约翰·戴介绍给了布伦特，并且再一次谈起为什么一九四五年俄国人允许他离开军情五处的整个问题。布伦特总觉得这个事情有点奇怪。 “我想如果他们逼迫我的话，也许我会继续呆下去的，至少再呆一段时间。我热爱我的工作，敬重盖伊·利德尔和狄克·怀特。同时我希望还能再搞我的艺术……但是他们并没有要求我这样做。” 对于是否有人代替他在军情五处的位置这个问题，布伦特提不出什么线索，尽管他知道这正是我们所关心的问题。我给他看了上面有八个匿名的“维诺纳”电文，但他一点也看不出其中的含义。他提供的仅有的零星片断是他和盖伊·伯吉斯、格雷厄姆·米切尔一同出席的在改革俱乐部举行的一次午餐会。这很显然是另外的一次碰头会。但是有关盖伊是否实际上进行了联系，布伦特说他不知道。过了一段时间，我听说约翰·戴最后审讯了米切尔。他们很满意他被证明是清白的。如我一直在猜测的那样，矛头又指向了霍利斯。 有很长一段时间我没听到什么消息。有一天，约翰·戴跑来见我。他带来了K处七科有关高层渗透的第一份报告。报告明确地得出结论说，霍利斯是最大的嫌疑犯，提议立即对他进行调查和审讯。 “过去我一直以为你是捕风捉影。”我读完报告后，约翰·戴说，“但是我要告诉你，现在我认为你一直是对的。” 这一次再不能躲避了，不管是对我，对琼斯，或是对那个悄然安居在加尔各特的萨默塞特别墅度过他的退休生活的、穿着黑色衣服打高尔夫球的那位先生，都是如此。