Reports of the leaks were coming in from prominent Soviet defectors who were being kept in secret, all of them bubbling about the idea of another mole in MI6. That whispering, that tension, went on working through me after I left and I tried to express it in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. ‘You’re leaky,’ the Americans would say to us. Kim Philby and George Blake had already been unmasked. I worked for MI6 in the Sixties, during the great witch-hunts, when the shared paranoia of the Cold War gripped the services. The chief himself – Control in my books – lived on the fourth floor of a crooked little building at the end of a creepy, spidery corridor and then up a small staircase.Īs you walked up to be received by the chief, you saw yourself distorted in a great fisheye mirror, in the eyeline of the beady women I call the Mothers, who were in charge of the front office. The Secret Intelligence Service I knew occupied dusky suites of little rooms opposite St James’s Park Tube station in London. 'I worked for MI6 in the Sixties, during the great witch-hunts,' said John le Carré
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