Hoodwinked - the spy who didn't die

Lowell Ph.D. Green

Description

The voice on the tape recordings is that of an old man we all believe is dead. His incredible story whips us along on a fascinating, engrossing speedboat ride so entirely believable that readers are left wondering what is real and what is not. In fact, many of the events here are true. Many of the people in the book are real. The narrator in the book describes a dramatic escape from the Minsk Ghetto during WWII, being chased by killers across North America, murder, betrayal and sun-drenched lovemaking on Bahamian beaches. This is a spy mystery unlike any you have read before. The known facts are identified by the author – the rest you decide!

Did Canadian Prime Minister Mackenzie King go to his grave with a terrible secret? There are two months missing from his meticulously kept diaries. Did those mysteriously missing two months reveal the story of a giant fraud that launched the Cold War?

A fascinating, thrilling, heart-stopping weave of fact and fiction that leaves most readers wondering if this time Lowell has uncovered one of the most intriguing mysteries of the 20th Century. Hoodwinked takes you on a roller coaster ride of emotions. The writing is clear, crisp and tight; the research will leave you shaking you head and wondering-"Could all this be true?"

Sujets

• Policier & Thriller
• Thriller
• Historical
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 21 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780981314907
• Langue: English

Extrait

HOOD
WINKED
the spy who didn't die
by
Lowell Green
 
Copyright 2011 Lowell Green,
All rights reserved.
 
Published in eBook format by Spruce Ridge Publishing Inc
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ISBN-13: 978-0-9813-1490-7
 
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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
S EPARATING 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
C AUTION 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 says I don’t have enough time to write a book. Over the years I’ve jotted down a few notes and kept a few records and my memory, thank heavens, is still very good, so I have this idea that I’ll tell you my story, complete with all my “dirty laundry,” and hopefully you will finish the job for me.”
Experience has taught me that the best question is often silence so I pause for several seconds. There’s a long sigh and he continues. “She’s right you know, I’ve let the lies go unchallenged far too long.” There’s another brief pause. “If you do what I hope and pray that you do—compare my story with the known facts—you can’t conclude anything other than what I am about to tell you is the truth, the absolute truth: Every word of it.”
I’m about to ask him his name when he hangs up!
I never talk to him again. A series of recorded tapes arrives three days later, carefully boxed and delivered by hand to the security desk at my office building.
I take them home and hole up there for a few days, unable to stop listening. His “Western” expressions puzzle me at first and make me suspicious, but when I learn he’s spent much of his life in the West and is a great fan of old Hollywood movies it all makes sense. When I finish, I am absolutely gobsmacked! And I know what I must do.
Here, with my occasional comments, and a few slight revisions to grammar and tense for clarification, is the story they tell.
 
Signed, “ N ”
October, 2009


 

Photograph of Dumbarton Oaks mansion, 3101 R Street NW, Georgetown, Washington, DC, USA
 
I Am Alive!
M Y NAME IS IGOR GOUZENKO. You believe I am dead. The history books certainly say so. They report I died near Toronto in 1982, just as they claim it was I who triggered the Cold War by defecting from the Soviet Embassy in Ottawa on September 5, 1945, bringing with me a long list of the names and secrets of Soviet spies operating in the US and Canada. Wrong! Dead wrong! While I cannot say at the age of 89 I am very much alive, I am nonetheless, as they say, still kicking, albeit with a few more aches and pains than I’d like.
As for the defection part, don’t feel badly if you believe it because at least for a while even that doddering old fool of a prime minister you had, Mackenzie King, and “the buck stops here” guy, American President Harry Truman, bought that one. How do you Canadians say it? Hook, line and sinker!
Actually, I now know that at some time fairly early in my ordeal, Truman was told of what they were doing to me, but in the fall of 1945 and spring of 1946, the President of the United States had a few things on his mind more important than the fate of one poor bugger from the Soviet Union.
And by the way, one of the facts you might start checking into is this: For 57 years Mackenzie King faithfully kept a very detailed daily diary, which included such personal matters as his conversations with his dead mother. That entire diary is in your National Archives today, complete except for one very curious thing. Two entire months are missing. Two months missing from 57 years of daily record keeping! What do you suppose those months might be? Check it out. Missing are November and December 1945.
Why is that time period so important? I’ll tell you why. Because during those two months in 1945, Prime Minister Mackenzie King’s government, along with the FBI and others, including perhaps the dreaded Soviet Secret Police were hunting me down like a dog so they could kill me. I’ll bet no history book you ever read told you that. Impossible, you say. Really! Well just listen to what I have to say. Liste