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« d a mate BY LET: [se DELETED cop SENT A Le "— geturned to plague me. It had taken PER 1 Ju XEQUEST 2042 WHEN | arrived at London Ait- wort from Beirut in 1963, British peNigence had sent an official car At my request, I was driven Ys sister's flat. Patricia had very y asked mt to siay whh her with tht hops of my being un- discovered by the Press, The children were immediately taken to stay with relatives in the coyntry. T woke late next morning, t June, and on getting out ef bed found I could nol siand oa my right foot without great pain. My big toe was inflamed and swollen, and extremely Faint { rang Y (Kim's former intelligence boss, now ir London) to ask if he could recommend a doctor. Y's choice was a Dr X who, in due course, arrived and diagnosed gout, but it was teally bursitis. He prescribed sedatives . and advised me to keep off my feet for several days. ‘As soon as I could walk sgain I funched with the Ys. who once “more toot up the now familiar heme that Kis was an active Com- gnist agent and that T should on 2 accgunt contemplate going to y Lstitl was not convinced was there. Y suggested that set his chief, who might be able to persuade me of Kim's ~s Tong years of work for the Russians. \J 1 agreed and he telephoned his col- Kl. league immediately. The chief joined us after Tunch and J we: left alone with him in the ry drawing-room with coffee and a battle of brandy. J argued my case as persuasively as J could. 1 said f did not see how Kim could have been so involved without my being aware of it. 1 believed that Kim had been kidnapped. Bur he was very insistent. ‘We have definitely known for the Jast seven years. he seid, ‘that Kim has been working for the Russians without pay.” Under siege "Ay the end of the afternooa i was in tears. Much against my will, Y had to begia to think aloag the eame fines. Much of the agonising suspense which J had known in Beirut now 1 t r . t ote \ - Ores ~5 the Press only 10 days to discover my whereabouts and a new began. There were constant knock- ings on the door and noies slipped through the letter-box offering me Jarge sums of mosey for story. One popsiar Sunday newspe proposed £10,000 for an excl ALe PX. whom I saw T ” sommended | librium, hi ne See doctors whoa: sded Greville Wynne on his returo to England. White thir was going 00 Twas waiting ipefully for a message, from Nir, but none came. Thy was the most depressing thing of all. Y, whem I continued 10 see at least once a week, seemed to have two obsessions : he wanted to discover whether 1 had had any contact with Kim or the Russians; he also kept insisting that I must never, on any account, go to Russia. If J did, he sa:d, I would never be permitted to resurn, In early September, when I was in New York, the miracle happened —by special delivery. Kim's lever 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 health. Better still, J now had what I'd longed for for moaths: an address where I could write to him. Tt was Box S63. tal Post Ctfice, M «, From thea on 1 wrote to him almost daily. Free to leave Kim's Setter 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. becuuse he knew [ must be worried about it. After further correspondence— in which he wrote ‘you can safely ignore anything you_hear from anyone but myself. 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 him in a cable from London, sett * presumably through the Russian Embassy.’ ltwas signed * Archie.” one of Kim Philby's favourite nicknames—taken from the philo- sophicat cockroach of the Ameri- can humorist Don Marquis. On 25 September 1 made 3 bet with Kim's sister Patricia that 1 would go thar morning to the Rus- sian Consulate. I took a Tube from St John’s Wood to Central London. Then, in the best spy tradition, { iock ataxi. [had been trained duzing the hea F was with the Office of ar Information, how to throw off a seil—Uhad even been trained to kill weekly ca pan ia 30 seconds, a wick I have ‘Since forgotten. So after a short taNi got out and jook another, i fj hoy