In his Moscow retirement Philby insisted that he had fled Beirut in 1963 aboard the Soviet freighter Dolmatova—though he was “short-tempered” when interviewer Phillip Knightley pressed him for details—but according to Eleanor, “I believe he walked a good deal of the way,”17 and in The Philby Conspiracy we hear that “Philby told one of his children that he arrived in Moscow with his feet heavily bruised from a long and difficult walk.”18 Early accounts of his escape have him crossing the border near Ararat, and in conversation with Knightley published in the last chapter of The Master Spy, Philby is quick to cut off a discussion of his old photograph of Mount Ararat. Knightley, and Chapman Pincher in Too Secret Too Long, agree that immediately upon his arrival in Moscow Philby was put into a KGB clinic.
And Philby, though an unbaptized atheist, did always seem to be uneasy with Christianity, particularly with Roman Catholicism. Brown recounts Philby’s claim of having suffered a nervous break-down at Westminster School because of the “unending Christian instruction”19 and also describes a visit Philby paid to a Roman Catholic ARAMCO political agent in Riyadh, shortly after St. John’s death—they discussed Catholicism, and Philby was so knowledgeable and at the same time so nervous about the faith that the agent wondered if he were not a lapsed Catholic considering reconciliation. Nicholas Elliott’s wife was a practicing Catholic, and in his autobiography Elliott mentions a cocktail party at which Philby mockingly asked her if she really did have “a firm purpose of amendment” each time she went to Confession; and I don’t think it’s too presumptuous to see in Philby’s banter a trace of wistful envy.
In her book, Eleanor Philby recounts how in 1963 Nicholas Elliott, having failed to persuade her not to fly to Moscow to visit Philby, took her to a cinema that was showing the Hitchcock movie The Birds. Elliott bought her ticket but then left her to watch it alone, presumably hoping that the movie might effectively make a point that he could not convey. Into his silence I’ve presumed to fit the admittedly extravagant—but, I think, consistent—premise of this story.
1 Nigel West, ed. “The The Faber Book of Espionage (London: Faber and Faber, 1993), p. 336.
2 Eleanor Philby, Kim Philby: The Spy I Married (New York: Ballantine Books, 1968), p. 6.
3 Genrikh Borovik, The Philby Files (New York: Little, Brown, 1994), p. 100.
4 H. St. J. B. Philby, The Empty Quarter (New York: Henry Holt, 1933), p. 378.
5 Ibid., p. 81.
6 Ibid., p. 164.
7 Phillip Knightley, The Master Spy (New York: Knopf, 1989), p. 20.
8 Lawrence James, The Golden Warrior: The Life and Legend of Lawrence of Arabia(New York: Paragon House, 1993), p. 213.
9 Ibid., p. 361.
10 Yuri Modin, My Five Cambridge Friends (New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1994), p. 10.
11 Joseph Campbell, ed., The Portable Arabian Nights (New York: Viking, 1952), p. 569.
12 Richard F. Burton, trans., The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night (New York: Heritage, 1962), p. 479.
13 Kim Philby, My Silent War (New York: Grove Press, 1968), pp. 175–76.
14 Ibid., p. 173.
15 Bruce Page, David Leitch, and Phillip Knightley, The Philby Conspiracy (New York Doubleday, 1968), p. 195.
16 Anthony Cave Brown, Treason in the Blood (New York: Houghton Mifflin, 1994), p. 75.
17 Eleanor Philby, op. cit., p. 72.
18 Page, Leitch, Knightley, op. cit., p. 290.
19 Anthony Cave Brown, op. cit., p. 133.