THE STRANGE ETIQUETTE OF SPYING

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• Collection: General CIA Records
• Document Number (FOIA) /ESDN (CREST): CIA-RDP75-00149R000100100007-6
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• Document Creation Date: November 11, 2016
• Document Release Date: October 22, 1998
• Sequence Number: 7
• Publication Date: July 17, 1960
• Content Type: NSPR

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lm 1y,-, , mos y: ' , re al#9e e113 a ions.
He Is not, in our termiilolbgy, a spy. re the in-
formants, either paid, or voluntary, who supply the agents
with the stuff they are. looking for. It is,not at An unusual
for a spy to serve two masters. Governments have re-
luctantly accepted the fact that this hi-often necessary if the
spy is to continue to exist in one oil the world's most peril-
ous occupations.
Although it is acceptil+ nwritten code of
espionage for a ' spy to be r two conflicting
interests, there is a definite li which his or her
activities cannot go.. Princess Tamal* `must have known
that. Washington cabled-one iii~Caire.tY keep an eye on her.
I didn't, mind at all. She was a fiery beautiful redhead
(the color may have, been as phnfity` as her title). HF"'
specialty was getting American o drunk and cuddl},
got; to know her and, in her. My liking
lessened considerably when `?n ktoo 'a pot shot at
me one afternoon while we.were walking down the Kasr el
Aini, one of Cairo's main streets. , wasn't it?" she
said coolly. -Probahly a warhat you shouldn't
pry too deeply into ? ffairs." She hin broadly that she
was working for the Btitish, and the British confirmed this.
It didn't account fort er interest in American officers, so I
wasn't at all sliirised when I discovered that she was also
being paid by the German Admiral Canaris.
Shortly before the following Christmas I had. a n fision
to London. The RAF plane, that was taking me back had
engine trouble and was forced to land on a Libyan airstrip.
I had resigned myself to spending a miserable Christmas
Eve, but along-for a refueling-came a Soviet plane with
several officers, one of whom spoke English. "Going to
Cairo?!' he asked. I jumped at the chance.
'On the way, very casually, me if I knew *Prin-
cei~s Tamara. `O? course I said lE n t, but I made it a point
to see `who was" dancing that night'at Shepheard's 'Hotel.
When Tamara and the Red Colonel swept past me in close
abrace,, I kept my face well covered. Before morning I let
word get around. Tamara vanished, I know pot where.
I do know that in the espionage industry two may be com-
pany, but three is a crowd nobody,likes.
Agedts' or spies grow to be suspicious Of everyone. I've
known source Who didn't even trust the members of their
own family and' maybe rightly so. When I. was attemp_ to
$i~ter' ills fatheTeatlts; I had deal with a spy
gang in Munich consisting of a sleek hut `named Lill, her
husbapdt'her lover, her sweet-faced old ber, called Frau,
and two other men.
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mother (the real
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Vassily to the United States,
sed_up. Later I
of the gang, it turned out), who dis-
Frau to ee because pme agent in the Western World would
certainly, have managed her execution for double-dealing---
not with me but within her own group.
Both~jj*ateur,_ and professional spies have scruples, even
those who may be selling out their own country. For ex-
ample, i y of them feed -vital facts to the International
al
Serve Infoltipn, a privately-supported
g ionage system which T nr2?ni~. Ve dT ected
for y4. We nave no connection with the government
anTllnl r~y pass along our gleanings to subscribers.
All
Ie major, powers train espionage agents in secret
"sch ,but the most effective ones often come from un-
ex sources. There was a young Britisher named John
Br ho sold heavy machinery: Traveling through the
Bat x1948, the year of the Berlin blockade, he noticed
that, lever he passed large rivers, -pontoon sections were
being ssembled as emergency bridges, Fearing a possible
,,Red pincer movement against West Germany, he hurried
back to n and got the information to Britain's vast
,Secret. nee service. Brewster was promptly sworn
in as, a, .. agent-last I heard he was observing all the
rules of the strange etiquette of spying.
"I Tried, to Kidnap Stalin's Son," The American Weekly, Nov. 8, 1953.
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