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Dont Mot S - 7 Siler \\) Ver CORY by Kin iailipy fr f AW \ iv “oS ~ y iN VES, if ! mt i VW iw The Soviet master spy continues his explosive story of a career unmatched in the annals of espionage—how he fooled Hoover and 7 Dulles WW Wachi si 24d VraoulietOl @o 2711011 OD LLP natan sae Rritain’s tan agant working Vv with the FRI GSwiil ruin VARLL bli and the CIA and whisked Burgess and Maclean to safety. In the last tesue of Evergreen, Kim Philby began the tneredible chrontele of his thirty-year masquerade as Soviet secret agent with the story of his early career as Russian spy in Franco Spain and his meteorte rise in : Britain's Secret Service during World War II. In 1945, -he became chief of Britain's spy network against the ' Soviets and other Communist countries. Shortly after he had brought off this extraordinary coup he barely es- caped exposure by Konstantin Volkov, a Soviet NKVD officer anxious to change sides to the West, but whose, _, ' defection Philby managed to abort in time. In 1947, Philby received a new assignment. He was posted to istanbul as head of the SES (Secret inteiligence Service) station in Turkey, with an official Foreign Service cover as | First Secretary of the British Embassy, Two years - later Philby raceived the appointment that was to crown _ his career as Soviet agent. He was sent to Washington as Britain's top Secret Service officer detatied to work with the CIA and the FBI. During the next three years, recounted tn the following episodes, Philby gained free access to the top secret operations of these organiza- tions. His top security clearance also brought him in close personal touch with J. Edgar Hoover, Allen Dulles, General Walter Bedeli-Smith and the other chiefs af ite U.S. intelligence services. These and the preceding evi- sodes published tn Evergreen are from the book h- Silent War which Philby recently completed in Moscow and which Grove Press will publish this month. —Eds. a bow {i ie THE SUMMER of 1949, I received a telegram from headquarters - Which diverted my attention to quite different matters. The tele- gram offered me the SIS represen- tation in t..c United States, where I would be working in Maison with both the CIA and the FBI. The in- tention was to upgrade the job for a significant reason. The collabora- tion between the CIA and SIS at headquarters level (though not yet in the field} had become #0 close th: ny officer earmarked for high pe . ; in SIS would need intimate 1 ce of the American acene. 7 bh ee Tt tank wma sll of half an 2 ar a aneel a hour tn decide to accept the offer. . It would be a wrench to leave Istanbul, both because of its beauty and because it would mean leaving a job considerably less than half accomplished. But the lure of the American post was irresistible for two reasons. At one stroke, it would take me right back into the middle of intelligence policy-making and it would give me a close-up view of the American intelligence organisa- tions. These, I was beginning to suspect, were already of greater importance irom my point of view thar their British opposite num- bers. I did not even think it worth waiting for confirmation from my Sevist eollaagrues, Tha DOCG RulS. 2 at fied my action. No doubt was ex- pressed anywhere of the unlimited potentialities of my new assign- ment. It was arranged that I should lanwa far Tandan at ¢ha and af Gan_ SUR TC AVL AAP Ge VHD Uh Wk We tember and, after a month’s brief- ing at headquarters, sai] for Amer- ica at the end of October. © avant inati_ event just In London, I found that Jack | Easton had the general supervision of relations between SIS and the American services, and it was from him that J] received most of my in- atruction. I appreciated, not with. oUt Misgiving, his command of the elusive patterns of Anglo-American cooperation. But the range of col- laboration waa so wide that there t 17