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stories is that, as Mr. Theodora has known for ten years, Philby has been Moscow’s man all along, probably since 1934. And we at SIS—not having been told that he had already been confronted and turned!—well, I’m afraid steps are being taken, beyond my control now, to arrest him and offer him immunity in exchange for coming back to England and making a full confession. MI5 is aware of this too, and insists on getting him to their tough interrogation center at Ham Common in Richmond.”
    Hale remembered Ham Common—he had in fact been interrogated there himself, and by Kim Philby, some twenty years ago.
    “I don’t like that,” said Macmillan. “All these spies we’ve been arresting, exposing, admitting to! The Kroger couple and Lonsdale two years ago, the homosexual Vassal in September, this Fell woman giving MI5’s secrets to the Yugoslav Embassy just last month! Damn it, when my gamekeeper shoots a fox, he doesn’t nail it up in the Master of the Foxhounds’ drawing room; he buries it, out of sight. I suppose we can’t simply shoot spies, as we did in the war—but they should be discovered and then played back in the old double-cross way, with or without their knowledge—never arrested. ”
    “Philby is too likely to jump at the proposed SIS offer of immunity, you see,” said Theodora. He shrugged and pursed his lips. “We , the old SOE, didn’t offer him immunity in ’52—we just told him that we’d kill him if he didn’t fully report to us any further contact the Soviets might have with him; and, if the day came, participate in any operation they might want him for, but do it working for us now. So he must be… induced to refuse the SIS offer when it’s made to him, and to follow through on his old agreement, go through with this big Soviet operation as our agent. He won’t want to, he’s boxed and… outfoxed. He’ll want to come home and leave the Russians to play out their present game without him.”
    Hale managed a tight smile. “How am I to induce him to refuse the immunity offer?”
    Leather creaked faintly as the other men relaxed without changing their positions.
    “By pointing out to him,” said Theodora, “that our offer, SOE’s, takes precedence and still applies; that is, he can either work for the Russians in this thing as a double, reporting to us and doing what we tell him, or he can be killed. No other choice exists, regardless of what he may soon be hearing from an SIS representative.”
    “To what extent will that be a bluff?” asked Hale carefully. Would the Great-and-the-Good of the Foreign Office endorse the SOE’s old lethal ultimatum?
    Macmillan sighed, and White said, “It will not be a bluff at all.” He looked up. “You’ll do it, then.”
    “Yes, of course,” said Hale.
    White stood up. “Then we’ll leave you to get the details from Jimmie.”
    Macmillan gave Hale a respectful nod as he left the room, though the red-haired man, who probably knew more than the Prime Minister, didn’t look at him.
    After the interior door clicked shut, Theodora stared at Hale and said, wonderingly, “Clearance from the top! We’re legitimate, finally!”
    “This room is clean,” guessed Hale.
    “Right you are, nobody wants any hint of what I’m going to tell you now.” He stared at the door. “Arrests, spy scandals! He doesn’t know the half of it yet, poor man. This Conservative government is doomed already. His War Secretary, Jack Profumo, has been having an affair with the mistress of a Soviet naval attaché—and it’s not unrelated to our current problem that two weeks ago this bit of gossip was passed on to a Labour Party MP. It will be in the papers before the month is out.” He sighed. “I wonder who the new PM will be, and what his attitude will be toward the poor old services.” He clicked his ivory fan closed and laid it on the table.
    “And of course he’s wrong to imagine that the Russians want any part of Turkey east of Erzurum,” Hale noted bleakly. Britain needs you to end the damned misbegotten thing now , Macmillan had said. Carefully keeping any irony out of his voice, Hale now said, “I hope this isn’t going to involve”—a return to Ararat, he thought— “Turkey, at all?”
    Theodora frowned at Hale, all his earlier relaxation gone now. “This is going to be brutal, Andrew. ‘Crown’s good servant’ notwithstanding, are you still surrendered to the service?”
    Hale sighed. “Yes, Jimmie.”
    “Would you