British Civil Servant

Whitehall is a street in London, England. It connects the Houses of Parliament and Downing Street. In and around this street, 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 a proxy for the British executive branch. In the southwest corner of Whitehall, there 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, they are used to going to various departments every day and processing information from various battlefields.

Edward Bridges, rubbing his eyes with one hand, had just finished a stylized meeting as cabinet secretary. Asking his secretary to invite Norman Brooke, the nominal chief of the civil service, to come over, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Edward Bridges lit a cigarette.

At present, the cabinet secretary and civil servant in the civil service are not held by the same person. Edward Bridges and Norman Brooke jointly lead the civil service group in Whitehall, assisting Prime Minister Churchill to deal with the world war that is coming to an end.

However, as the leader of the Cabinet Office Committee, Cabinet Secretary Edward Bridges is significantly busier than the Secretary of the Civil Service.

"Edward, have you finished the meeting with the various departments?" Before the Norman Brooks came in, the voice had already entered Edward Bridges's Cabinet Office. When he walked in, he happened to see the cabinet secretary thinking about his life. .

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

"In terms of the loss of the Soviet Union in the invasion of Germany, this is also reasonable." Norman Brooke said indifferently, "and the Americans seem to be reluctant to oppose this, we have influence in this matter. limited."

"Americans? The Americans are humiliating us on purpose!" Edward Bridges said with a steady 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, knowing that what the cabinet secretary was saying was true, and instead said, "After the war, there is nothing less in Whitehall than it was during the war, think about the huge number of recovered soldiers returning to the homeland, and some The status of the colonies, and even how to divide the German occupation area, can be regarded as trivial in the face of these problems."

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

Just as Norman Brooke was about to speak for relief, he saw the letter on the table and asked, "What is this?"

"It was a letter from Mountbatten to the Prime Minister. It was sent by my secretary. A British Indian commissioner came back and brought this letter to the Prime Minister. We have gone through the necessary checks. The other letter is to the Indian Minister of Colonialism. Leo Emory'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."

"Just when he came back, we can know the first-hand situation of British India, and let MI6 ask about this matter." Norman Brooke slapped his thigh and said, "The current situation of the colonies in various places was originally a post-war situation. Big problem, sooner or later, we're going to have to solve it, and the parties are arguing right now, and I've got a hunch that there's going to be a lot of bickering in Congress as soon as the war is over."

"That's right, I was negligent. By the way, since I 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, and it was very convenient to transmit information.

Alan Wilson was doing nothing in a huge twenty-story building, looking at the scenery outside through the windows. It is hard to imagine that this building, which belongs to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, is currently the headquarters of MI6.

But then again, spies and diplomats do have something in common. Some people say that diplomats are legitimate spies, and what they do is generally similar.

Not long after, a man in his thirties with thick hair on his head came in in an elegant suit, and the person said politely, "It's the returning Hyderabad Commissioner, isn't it Alan Wilson? I'm sorry to come here. It's too late, I'm sent to understand some situation, we can talk casually, by the way, my name is Harold King Philby, you can just call me Harold."

"The reason why I was asked to talk about India is because I was born in British India." Philby sat in front of Alan Wilson and said with a smile, while 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 British scholar of Arabic language. Parents had high expectations for little Philby, and when Philby 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~www.NovelMTL.com~ introduced the current situation in British India, focusing on the affairs of Hyderabad, and finally He added, "I believe that Mr. Philby also has a certain understanding of British India. In fact, it is difficult for me to believe that you are so suave as to be engaged in intelligence work."

"It's not surprising, intelligence work especially likes to look for backup forces from Oxford University and Cambridge University." Philby looked down at Alan Wilson's file, explained a sentence indifferently, and then turned a little surprised, " You are a student of the Eastern College of Oxford University? The age of entry is so young, for you, the outbreak of war may be bad news and delay your studies."

"It's not a bad thing to work early actually." Alan Wilson looked at Philby's face and asked, "I didn't know the intelligence service liked to recruit people from famous universities, so it was. Where did Mr. Philby get it done? study."

Philby looked up at Alan Wilson and smiled in a calm voice, "I was at Cambridge University and Trinity College when I went to school. If I also completed my studies at Oxford University, I could be considered your senior."

Oh? Alan Wilson didn't change his face when he heard this, but he suddenly felt in his heart, Trinity College, Cambridge University? Born in British India? It seems that there is such a person among the Cambridge Five.

"Okay, Whitehall wants to get first-hand information about British India, so I have a conversation." Philby, who had been smiling since entering the room, indicated that the questioning was over.

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