HOOD
WINKED
the spy who didn't die
by
Lowell Green
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Publisher’s note: This book is a work of fiction but contains numerous facts that are identified as such. Most of the characters are historical figures, but some of the events characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual person living or dead is entirely coincidental.
This book was written, published, edited and printed in Canada without the aid of government grants of any nature.
Design and pre-press W. E. O’Keefe
Author photo Couvrette/Ottawa
’Tis strange,— but true; for truth
is always strange; stranger than fiction…
Lord Byron’s famous poem
Don Juan, canto 14
This book is dedicated to my three grandchildren,
Samantha, Peyton and Rowan,
who are already developing a love of reading.
May your questions never cease.
Author’s Note
SEPARATING FACT FROM FICTION is never easy, especially since there are frequently several versions of “facts.”
What I have done here, to the best of my ability and through the use of footnotes, is to identify the facts of which we can be reasonably certain. The rest of the story—well—you decide!
Although this book is a work of fiction, it contains many historical facts. Nazi Germany’s genocidal plans for the Soviet Union during WWII and the atrocities in Minsk are well documented.
Documentation concerning the Cold War that followed is much more difficult to verify. Some of the stories we have come to believe may be true. Others may not. That, after all, is the nature of espionage!
Many mysteries remain unsolved concerning the spy world that surrounded atom bomb secrets and the Manhattan Project, not the least of which is the following very puzzling fact.
For 57 years, from 1893 when he was an 18-year-old student at the University of Toronto, until two days prior to his death in 1950, William Lyon Mackenzie King faithfully kept a very detailed daily diary of virtually every aspect of his life, including the time he spent as Canadian Prime Minister from 1921 to 1930, and again from 1935 to 1948. It is an incredible 30,000 pages.
On display now at Library and Archives Canada, the unedited King diaries reveal fascinating and often intimate details including his conversations with his dead mother. Incredibly, for all those 57 years, King did not miss a single day’s entry—except for one glaring exception: two entire months—November and December 1945 are mysteriously missing!*
*FACT: Mackenzie King’s diaries can be viewed at Library and Archives Canada or at www.CollectionsCanada.gc.ca, all 30,000 pages—except for those two missing months! The strangely missing entries are mentioned in one of the most definitive books available concerning the “Gouzenko Affair.” The book, entitled How the Cold War Began: The Gouzenko Affair and the Hunt for Soviet Spies is authored by American journalist Amy Knight and published November 2008 by McClelland & Stewart.
It was during those two months that the Cold War was launched with the reported defection of Igor Gouzenko in Ottawa. There has never been a plausible explanation for those missing pages. At least not until now!
Lowell Green, October 2009
Ottawa, Canada
The Call
CAUTION DICTATES that I not reveal my name until I can be assured that my family’s lives are not at risk for what is revealed in this account. I will identify myself simply as “N.”
When you do what I do as long as I have, you develop a kind of sixth sense to sniff out nutcase phone calls. This caller doesn’t sound whacko, but I have to admit his story is about as off-the-wall wild as anything I’d ever heard. Crazy I mean, and yet! And yet! Check the facts as I have, do the research, and you will be astonished to learn that many of the events he relates here are a matter of recorded history. The more I dig into his claims, the more I come to realize that this man at the other end of the phone is either the world’s best actor or, just maybe, he is telling the truth!
“I can’t meet you,” he says, “I’m not even in your country. And by the way, do not try to trace this call; far smarter people than you or I have made sure you can’t.” The voice sounds tired, too old for stupid games, very serious, quite formal, with just a hint of an accent. Hungarian I think, maybe Czech, and something else I just can’t quite place. You can tell almost immediately that he is educated, cultured and well-read.
“You’re going to get some tape recordings in a few days,” he says, “listen carefully to them please. They tell what I think you will find to be a shocking and fascinating story. You’ll probably find it hard to believe, but if you listen to them all, I think you will agree this is a story the world needs to hear.”
Before I can say anything, he adds hurriedly, “I know, I know you’re wondering why I’m sending the tapes to you and listen, I don’t blame you if you think I’m just a crazy old man, but give me a moment and let me explain.
“I’ve been reading your column and blog on the Internet for a long time now here in my safe little hideaway and am convinced you’ve got enough guts and I hope enough curiosity to at least listen to what I’ve got to say and then tell the world about the lies you’ve all been fed.”
He’s got me intrigued so I let him continue.
“I’ve got to be honest with you, it’s my wife who has finally convinced me it’s time to set the record straight. ‘Stop watching all those stupid old black and white movies,’ she nags me, ‘and instead of reading all those books, why don’t you write one? Your story is far more interesting than anything I see on the shelves around here.’
“She’s probably got a good idea, but let’s be perfectly frank, the calendar
