Chapter 30 Military Intelligence Bureau 6

Whitehall is a street in London, England. It connects the Houses of Parliament and Downing Street. In this street and its vicinity, some British government agencies such as the Ministry of Defense, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of the Interior, and the Ministry of the Navy are located here.

Therefore, people use Whitehall as the name of the British executive branch. The southwest corner of Whitehall is No. 10 Downing Street, the symbol of the British government.

The long wartime system is slowly being dismantled, at least for the civil servants in Whitehall, who are used to running around various departments every day, processing information from various battlefields.

Edward Bridges, rubbing his eyes with one hand, had just finished a stylized meeting as Cabinet Secretary. Asked his secretary to invite Norman Brooke, who was the nominal chief of staff, to come over. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Edward Bridges lit a cigarette.

In the current civil service system, the Cabinet Secretary and the Chief of Civil Service are not held by the same person. Edward Bridges and Norman Brooke jointly lead the Whitehall civil servants to assist Prime Minister Churchill in dealing with the world war that is drawing to a close.

However, as the head of the Cabinet Office committee, the cabinet secretary Edward Bridges is significantly busier than the secretary.

"Edward, have you finished the meeting with the various departments?" Before Norman Brooke came in, the voice had already entered the cabinet office of Edward Bridges first, and when he walked in, he saw the cabinet secretary thinking about life. .

"Norman, you also know that unlike the Prime Minister and ministers, those of us who do things are always very busy." Edward Bridges squeezed out a smile, then stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, motioned for a seat and then Said, "It seems that there is news from the front that Berlin seems to be captured by the Soviet Red Army."

"It's reasonable for the Soviet Union to face the loss of the invasion of Germany." Norman Brook said disapprovingly, "And the Americans seem unwilling to oppose this. We have great influence in this matter." limited."

"Americans? The Americans are humiliating us on purpose!" Edward Bridges said with an unwavering expression. "It's hard to imagine that the Americans are more willing to listen to the opinions of the Soviets than us."

Norman Brooke shrugged. He knew that what the cabinet secretary said was true, and said instead, "After the war, things in Whitehall are no less than during the war. Think about the huge number of recovered soldiers returning to the mainland, and some The question of the status of the colonies, and even how to divide the German occupation area, can be regarded as a trivial matter in front of these questions."

Scratching his itchy scalp, Edward Bridges had to admit that what the other party said made sense.

Just as Norman Brook was about to express his relief, he saw the letter on the table and asked, "What is this?"

"It was a letter from Mountbatten to the Prime Minister, sent by my secretary, and a commissioner of British India came back to bring this letter to the Prime Minister. We have gone through the necessary checks. Another letter is addressed to the Colonial Secretary of India. Leo Emery’s, I have sent someone to the Ministry of Indian Affairs.” Edward Bridges explained, “The commissioner who came back to report, I have sent him to MI6.”

"It just so happens that when he comes back, we can know the first-hand situation of British India, and ask MI6 to ask about this." Norman Brook slapped his thigh and said, "The current situation of the colonies around the world, originally a post-war The big problem, we'll have to settle sooner or later, and the parties are quarreling, and I have a feeling that there will be a big quarrel in Congress right after the war is over."

"That's right, I was negligent. By the way, since we came back from India, we will find a senior MI6 official who knows the local area to verify. It just so happens that I still have such a person in my heart." Edward said Bridges picked up the phone. The headquarters of MI6 was on the same street, so it was convenient to pass information.

Alan Wilson was idling in a huge twenty-story building,

Looking at the scenery outside through the window, it is hard to imagine that this building belonging to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is currently the headquarters of MI6.

But having said that, spies and diplomats do have some things in common. Some people say that diplomats are legal spies, and they do roughly similar things.

Not long after, a man in his thirties, with thick hair on top of his head, came in in an elegant suit. The visitor said politely, "It's the returning Hyderabad commissioner, Alan Wilson, right? I'm sorry to come It's late, the higher authorities sent me to understand some situations, we just need to talk casually, by the way, my name is Harold King Philby, you can call me Harold."

"The reason I was asked to talk about the situation in India is because I was born in British India." Philby sat in front of Alan Wilson and said with a smile, and Alan Wilson relaxed.

Harold King Philby was born in Ambala, India. His father was a civilian official in the Indian government and a well-known scholar of Arabic language in Britain. Parents had high expectations for young Philby, and when he reached school age, he was sent back to school in England.

"It turns out that Mr. Philby was born in British India!" Alan Wilson nodded clearly, introduced the current situation in British India, focused on the things in Hyderabad, and finally added, "Believe the Philippine Mr. Birby also has a certain understanding of British India, in fact, it is hard for me to believe that someone as gentle as you is actually engaged in intelligence work."

"It's nothing surprising. Intelligence work especially likes to find backup forces from Oxford University and Cambridge University." Philby looked down at Alan Wilson's file, explained something casually, and then changed the subject in surprise, " You are a student of the Oriental College of Oxford University? The entrance age is so young, for you, the outbreak of war may be regarded as bad news, which will delay your studies."

"Actually, it's not a bad thing to work early." Alan Wilson looked at Philby's face and asked in his heart, "I didn't know that intelligence agencies like to recruit personnel from well-known universities. It turned out to be the case. Where did Mr. Philby finish it?" studies."

Philby looked up at Alan Wilson and smiled in a peaceful voice, "I was at Cambridge University and Trinity College when I was in school. If I also finish my studies at Oxford University, I can be regarded as your senior."

oh? When Alan Wilson heard this, his face didn't change but he suddenly realized, Trinity College, Cambridge University? Born in British India? It seems that there is such a person among the five elites of Cambridge.

"Okay, Whitehall wants to get first-hand information about British India, so I'm talking to you." Philby, who had been smiling since entering the room, said that the questioning was over.

"I just came back from British India, and I'm a bit unfamiliar with London. If I have the chance, I really want to go around with Mr. Philby." Alan Wilson opened the invitation. He is very interested in the Cambridge Five.