“I didn’t know this personally, but our sister service, MI5, had a longstanding arrangement with Gerald Neil to gather what intelligence he could from those who frequented his gaming club. It was gossip mainly, I expect, but I’m reliably told that on occasions, certain operations were deemed to be necessary using one or two of the girls who were employed at his club. He had an agreement with an outside agency who supplied the majority of the woman who worked at his premises, but, as I’m sure you understand, not all of them were paid solely to make the place look inviting.”
Jerry Furley had been looking beyond one of the windows of his office that overlooked the Thames onto the Houses of Parliament, but after his reflections on Crocketts he turned his chair and looked directly at me, stari
