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(Part of : {uy QAllarat War <2 ivil\y UGLY VUCSL4 by IX PAanitling * peesecesa 4 The Soviet master spy continues his explosive story of a career unmatched in the annals of espionage—how he fooled Hoover and Dulles in Wacshin Brita ston ac aints ton uS In Wasnington a& oritain's top e FRI agent working with t agent WOTAINE With the and the CIA and whisked Burgess and Maclean to safety. In the last tssue of Evergreen, Kim Philby began the ineredible 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 meteoric 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 SIS (Secret intelligence Service) station in Turkey, with an official Foreign Service cover as First Secretary of the British Embassy, Two years later Philby received the appointment that was to erown his career ae Soviet agent. He was sent to Washington as Britain's top Secret Service officer detailed to work with the CIA and the FBI. During the next three years, recounted in 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 of i'e U.S. intelligence services, These and the preceding evi- sodes published in Evergreen are from the book }- Silent War which Philby recently completed in Moscow and which Grove Press will publish this month. —Eds. Soviet collea: iu N 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.e United States, where I would be working in liaison 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 so close th: ny officer earmarked for high pe . ; in SIS would need intimate ih ce of the American acene. decide to accept the offer. . It would be a wrench to leave Istanbul, both because of its beauty and because it would mean leaving consi. iderably less than half 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 would give me a close-up view of the American intelligence organisa- tions. These, I was beginning to suspect, were already of greater importance from my point of view thar their British opposite num- bers. I gid not even think it worth waiting for confirmation from my fied my action. "No ‘doubt 5 Was ex- pressed anywhere of the unlimited potentialities of my new assign- ment. It was arranged that I should leave for L at the end of Sep- leave for London at the end of Sep- tember and, after a month’s brief- ing at headquarters, sail for Amer- ica at the end of October. In London, I found that Jack , Easton had the generai supervision of relations between SIS and the American services, and it was from him that I received most of my in- struction. I appreciated, not with. out misgiving, his command of tie elusive patterns of Anglo-American cooperation. But the range of col- laboration was yo wide that there 17 H i i