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Pd . 1 ~~ re £ “wf oo mx, ee a — “ft i ‘ .? nn a ‘st ot ‘ Po mae » 7 ™, ~ ay oom DELETED cop SENT AT Ou BY LETEER adie fae PER «J... RIQUEST pod? Js beta picture stacy. 2 nee a ty — i a li WHEN I arrived at London Ait- ott from Beirut in 1963, British prtizence had sent an official car th—*2, At my request, Iwas driven to“Aim's sister's flat. Patricia had very kindly asked ms to siay with her with ths hop? of my being un- discovered by the Press. The children were immediately taken to stay with relatives in the coyntry. I woke late next morning, t June, and on getting out ef bed found I could not siand on my tight foot without great pain. My big toe was inRamed and swollen, and extremely ainful. { rang Y (Kim's former ntelligence boss, now ir London) to ask if he could recommend a doctor. Y's choice was a Dr X who, in dus course, arrived and diagnosed gout, but it was really bursitis. He prescribed sedatives and advised me to keep off my feet ‘for caveral slave Al Ow Tea Wee a. As soon as 1 could walk again I tunched with the Ys. who once “more toot up the now familiar theme that Kim was an active Com- unist agent and that T should on no accgunt contemplate going to Lstit! was not convinced was there. Y suggested that rmcet his chief, who migh be able to persuade me of Kim's Jong years of work for the Russians. I agreed and he telephoned his col- leavus immediately. The chief joined us after Junch and | wo: ieft alone with him in the drawing-room with coffce and a battle of brandy. T argued my case as persuasively as J could. 1 said [ did not see how Kim could have been so involved without my being aware of it. { believed that Kim had been kidnapped. Bur he was very insistent. “We have definitely known for the Jast seven years.” he said, ‘that Kim has been working for the Russians without pay.’ Under siege "Ry the end of the afiernooa if was in tears. Much against my wil, I had to begia to think alongs the eame fines. Much of the agonising suspense which J had known in Beirut now returned to plazue me. It had taken the Press only 10 days to discover my whereabouts and a new sivgs began. There were constant knock- ings on the door and noies slipped through the letter-box offering me large sums of moaey for my story. One popsiar Sunday newspaper proposed £10,000 for an exclusive Dr X. whom I saw wmemmended librium, am anth. Fell wath ‘ es 4 weekly\y ca anid JO seconds, a trick I have ie eS rT ee doctors whoa: sded Greville Wyane on his return to England. While thir was going oa T was waiting opefully for a message from sic, but none came. Thi was the most depressing thing of all. Y, whem I contiaued to see at least once a week, seemed to have two obsessions: he wanted to discover whether ] had had any contact with Kim or the Russians; he also kept insisting that I must never, on any account, go to Russia. If I did, he said, 1 would never be permitted to revurn. In early September, when I was ° in New York, the miracle happened —by special delivery. Kim's letter had been sent to his sister's address in London and forwarded from there. At last I had conclusive proof that Kim was in Russia and in good heatth. Better still, | now had what I'd longed for for moaths: an ~ address where I could write to Wim. jt was Box S609. Central Post Ctics, Moscow, From uien on T wrate to him alimest daily. Free toleave | Kim's letter was long and tender. He urged me to come to Moscow as soon 2s I could, to come and see for myself what it was like. He assured _ me that if I did not like it there I‘ would be free to leave at any time. ~ He made this point very clear, + because he knew [ must be worrted about it. ; After further correspondence— | _in which he wrote “you can safely ignore anything you hear from anyone but mtyself. There: are an awful lot of people with an axe to grind by distorting my position... . My friends here have proved true friends indeed ‘__ Mrs Philby decided to join her husband. Her letter giving the news was acknowledged by hint in a cable fram London, sett * presumably through the Russictet Embassy” Uowas signed ‘ Archie.’ one of Kim Philby's favourite nicknames—taken front the philo- sophicat cockroach of the Ameri- can humorist Don Marquis. On 25 September I made a bet with Kim's sister Potricta thar I would go that morning to the Rus- sina Consulate. I took a Tube from S: John’s Wood to Central London. Then, in the best spy tradition, Linok a taxi. [had been trained during the war, when Fo was with the Office of War Information, how to throw off a wil—Ubhad even been trained 10 kill Since forgotten. Sa after a short 1aAt * gids 7 got out and jock another, os w2@the Bayswgher” % | | |