John Alexander Symonds

“I'd say: ‘join the KGB and see the world’ - first class. I went to all over the world on these jobs and I had a marvellous time. I stayed in the best hotels, I visited all the best beaches, I've had access to beautiful women, unlimited food, champagne, caviar whatever you like and I had a wonderful time. That was my KGB experience. I don't regret a minute of it ...”


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John Alexander Symonds
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This is a collection of biographical notes which John has sent to various ghostwriters over a 20 year period, all of whom have promised to turn these notes into books of his life story.


The notes were first made in 1982 for the first ghostwriter, and the same notes have been updated and sent on to the other ghostwriters, including the most recent. They all wanted some background to John before they started on the meat of the story, and these notes were John's supplied background. We now put these notes up for the same reasons.


John is still waiting for a book to be published .....


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In November 1969 I was described as a 'good copper' my 'qualities';- double shrewd, extra cunning, hard enough, 1000%, balls of steel, sound as a bell, plenty of bottle etc Then "I am offering to 'work' for Perry and directly accepting small sums of money"?


'Changing horses in mid stream' way to block and 'alter' an unwelcome result.


Lambert out, protests and badly treated by Virgo. Goes 'sick' and retires (broken).


Moody appointed to 'take over' Times Enquiry to general astonishment of all.


Alfred Moody (call me Bill) nicknamed 'Punchy' (and why) Corruption success story.


First met him when he was a Sgt at Croydon (very corrupt mention Goodrich and Co).


New recruit to F.M. practising signs and signals in office, but got him in with 'Ernies'.


O.P.O. (Obscene Pubs Office) had gone out of control and Ernies not getting whacks.


Changes in Law led to 'flourishing' and vast profits. Big opportunities going to waste.


So easy and lucrative, past O.P.O. officers had not 'let go' when posted (or 'retired').


Moody promoted to D.I. to take over and 'pull together' and 'organise' the racket.


Took with him two 'close' D.C.'s from Croydon, Mike Smith and Ernie Culver.


Big success, brought all pornographers into 'line' and soon vast sums going 'upstairs'.


My connection to Mike Smith and Ernie Culver. (The two sisters and later Croydon).


Moody rewarded with promotion every year to 'stay in control' of pornographers.


Now a Supt but with no 'outside' experience or training e.g. completing 'S.O.Courses'.


So how could Virgo appoint him to 'take over' from the 'very experienced' Lambert?


Moody's only experience was as an efficient bribe extortionist and collector and his 'reputation' was, as a man who would, without warning, punch you in the face.


I knew why and how Moody had got onto the Enquiry as the 'unofficial' Supt 2 i/c.


Perry and another man had been arrested over a shop breaking in Nuneaton, they had been bailed to re-appear after 'enquiries' but then the Nuneaton Police received an alibi for the second man. This had been provided by a 'Peckham Justice of the Peace'


Lambert discovered this on the second day of the Enquiry and by the third day he had exposed the phoney alibi from the phoney J.P. who was then due for the 'high jump'.


This information very quickly got to Moody vV and had an 'electric effect' upon him.


The 'phoney' J.P. was better known to his criminal associates as 'Frankie the Barber'.


Frankie’s real job was Moody's 'bagman' and spent his days in the West End collecting hundreds of thousands of pounds (equiv of millions today) from the pornographers.


Frankie’s 'percentage' gave him a good living and he had the 'goods' on Moody & Co.


Virgo was reading all the reports, knew about Frankie and recognised the dangers.


Moody appeared in the Enquiry room and offered to take over the 'Nuneaton Aspect'.


This meant that he would be the officer to eventually interview Frankie the Barber J.P.


Moody had to visit Nuneaton to interview the Police Officers concerned but true to his 'reputation' lost his temper over some imagined slight and violently assaulted one of the Nuneaton Police Officers. Despite this he kept control of the Nuneaton Aspect.


Moody was not qualified or competent to take over the Enquiry. He could not 'run it'.


But Virgo could, and did, from behind the scenes, using Moody as his 'middleman'.


Therefore Thomson had gained control of the Times Enquiry! I take my hat off to him.


Moody had become the 'unofficial 2 i/c' simply because he was the only other Supt.


Normally with 'changing horses' the whole leadership is replaced plus the i/c exhibits.


Virgo's decision to work Moody on to Enquiry and then put him in charge of it was to prove fatal to me and eventually to them as well. We were all 'ruined' & N.S.Y too.


Virgo's brief was to 'PROTECT THE TIMES', that meant that there could be no criminal prosecutions of Times Staff and it was necessary to make the printed allegations 'stand up' that meant that Thomson's libel money would be saved, plus his Newspaper's reputation. That meant the 'named' Police Officers must be 'sacrificed'. In the event the 'un-named' Police Officers referred to in the article were also ruined.


I still cannot believe the 'wickedness' of these officers. I discovered what was happening very early on. I fought back with all my strength. The rest of this account 'follows on' from this 'injustice', whistle-blower, fugitive, mercenary, K.G.B. agent, prisoner, 1st ever Police 'supergrass', Private Investigator (to top London Lawyers) and 'stringer' to international Detective Agencies and Press Bureaux and Agencies.


On reading through the first 10 pages I think it is time to tell you more about myself.


The average (uninitiated) reader may well wonder how I could be so well informed!


Over the past 30 years everything I have said has been rubbished as a 'fantasy' and I have been portrayed as a fool and liar. These allegations have been verbal and printed and made by either corrupt senior Police Officers or by incompetent M.I.5/6 Officers.


The Police Officers were anxious to hide their past corrupt actions (of which I had knowledge) and the M.I.5/6 Officers were incompetent to 'just accept' their 'views'!


The Met had the sole right to investigate themselves, no Watch Committees to answer to, only the Home Secretary. The C.I.D. were the 'investigative arm' and therefore investigated complaints against the uniform branches and also against themselves!


The C.I.D. were a 'comparatively' small and 'close knit' interdependent group of men and deliberately so. The method of Policing then (and now?) meant that it was vital for the Detectives to be able to rely upon each other for support whenever needed.


Not only when carrying out 'raids' or the ambushing of armed and dangerous robbers but mainly and particularly the supplying of 'corroboration' or 'supporting evidence' at the subsequent trials. i.e. perjuring themselves to ensure that a conviction is gained.


It was a common practice for one or two officers to 'make up' the evidence for the whole 'squad' , whether all the members had been involved or not. The interlocking 'individuals' evidence was issued for 'writing up' in their pocket books and 'given'!


Mass Perjury! A Conspiracy! Plus of course the fitting up with gear and confessions.


Everyone had been 'intimately compromised together'. It was how it worked. Starting from the aspiring C.I.D. officers initiations such as the 'Suss' test, Perjury was an everyday occurrence. All C.I.D. Officers were either corrupt or 'condoned' corruption.


To refuse your 'whack' could damage your career prospects and to shrink from giving Perjured evidence could end it. (I will give later examples.) Another compromising situation was the 'whack' system. Moody used to give each and every member of his O.P.O. squad a £100 whack every Friday in their office at New Scotland Yard (C.1.) not bad with a then basic wage of £20 per week! Everybody accepted it of course.


They were not so generous on Division. The D.I. or D.S. may occasionally hand everybody a fiver or a tenner. It meant some money had come into the Office. We may know why or we may not. The D.I. may tell us what it was for or he may not. You NEVER asked "What was it for?" You NEVER refused it. Just take your whack.


What we had on Division that the O.P.O. did not have, were the 'Share Outs', which were exactly that. Lorry loads of stolen property were significantly reduced in size. Recovered stolen property and sometimes property stolen (by Police) was 'laid out' in the C.I.D. Office and everybody was invited to 'take their pick'. Everybody did.


Everyone was 'intimately compromised together' with everybody else and everyone knew everybody else and if you did not know somebody you would surely know somebody who would know somebody who knew that person. Entirely incestuous.


And we were allowed to investigate ourselves! Nobody else (except our own uniform branch) was allowed to investigate us. By the Law of the Land. We were untouchable.


But we could (and did) severely punish anybody who broke our own 'House Rules'!


So of course I knew everything that was going on in that first, open and 'straight' Enquiry. And so did everybody else who had a 'need to know', Robson and Harris and Jim Sylvester certainly did. We were all 'good coppers' and 'well connected' etc etc.


I knew that I had not broken any house rules. My No 3 speech was well known and widely used and no one believed that I had taken small sums of cash directly from Perry. Nobody thought that I was that stupid or that greedy and I had (in that society) the very highest credentials, including the most important 'sound'. I knew everything.


What Moody and Virgo did not know, and it follows that Thomson did not know was that I also knew everything that happened AFTER they took over the Enquiry and made it a High Security 'secret' Enquiry. It was ridiculous. The only way they could have made their new Enquiry 'secret' was to have sacked all the Officers who had been engaged on the previous Enquiry for the past six months and to have recruited an entirely new staff. Moody simply changed all the door and cabinet locks and 'he' kept the keys 'High Security’? He then announced that the Enquiry was to be 'Secret'.


The first thing that Moody did was to 'demolish' the painstaking work of Lambert.


He removed (and destroyed?) the vital record books of the Enquiry and opened new.


He removed (and destroyed?) all Statements by (or referring to) Times Staff.


So the Statements had gone, also the records of their existence! So no ‘charges’!


Moody brought in new men, all past or present members of his Obscene Pubs Office and set them to work re-taking statements from certain Times Staff (but not others!).


This all happened during the first days of Moody's 'new rule' and I was the first told.


Moody sent me a message through Mike Smith who had been close to him and who had also worked with me at Croydon. There were 'fraternal greetings' and the assurance that I should not worry about the changed situation as I would still be O.K.


It was implied that 'orders' had come down from 'upstairs' that the Times Staff should be 'dropped out' and that Lambert had gone because he resisted this 'change of course'.


This did not 'add up' to me. Unless there was a 'deal' and everybody was going to be 'dropped-out'. This did not affect me as I was already 'out' but I was very glad for Bernie Robson, another ex-Officer who had commanded E Boats towards the end of the last War. We had been meeting up at the R.A.C. Club to 'exchange notes' and relax in plush surroundings. (and full of familiar 'faces' from N.S.Y and 'Underworld').


When I heard that Moody had put the Times Squad on to 'retaking' Statements in order to 'tie-up' the case against R & H (and Sylvester and Assistant) I tipped them off and sent a 'High Level Delegation ' into Moody to ask him "What was happening with the Enquiry and is John (Symonds) going to be affected by these 'new' moves"?


I sense the F factor coming to the fore here (F = fantastical) and should 'enlarge'.


Question. "Why should we believe that a 'person such as you', sitting 'suspended' at home in your small Kentish village would be in a position to send any sort of level of 'delegation' anywhere"? My answer is that in 1970. I was not a 'person such as you' i.e.;- a stupid and "blabber-mouthed" corrupt fool who had been caught 'red-handed' by heroic and fearless 'War Correspondent' Times 'Investigative Journalists' who then extracted from me a 'full confession' that I was a member of gang of Criminal C.I.D. Officers who called ourselves 'The little firm within the firm'. (('The Fall of N.S.Y")).


In 1970 I was not the man who had secretly returned to the U.K. on several occasions to carry out daring armed robberies on banks using a sawn-off shotgun. Met Police 'source' 1980 (When I voluntarily returned to the U.K. to give myself up for trial).


In 1970 I was not the man who had persistently requested that the Secret Services interview him in the early 1980's claiming that he had worked for the K.G.B. and had information of value to them. They publicly dismissed him as a 'fantasist' (D.Express).




The answer is given earlier. The 'nexus' of Corrupt Police and Incompetent M.I.5/6.


Certain (now very senior) Police were desperate to prevent me 'speaking out' about our previous 'meetings' either in the Police or later when I was acting for the K.G.B.


Ditto certain M.I.5 officers and particularly the one who used to be an Ambassador.


They then succeeded because it suited me to 'let things lie'. But I WROTE IT DOWN.


This will all come out later when I am talking about the 1980's and 90's (Insurance!)


Police and M.I.5. used each other and 'played off' each other to their mutual benefit.


To return to 1969/70 (and the man I really was). In 1969 I was about to reap the rewards of 10 years of very hard work and 'effort'. I was the 'well thought of ' and more importantly 'well connected' (At the cost of my marriage,) I had worked just as hard, and had put in as many hours 'off duty', as I had whilst 'on duty’;-"Networking".


I believe that my first good 'connection' was forged a few days after my birth when my father's then Commanding Officer became one of my 'godfathers'. His name was Ramsey and was 'of Ramsey' a town within the 'Soke of Peterborough' and was the direct descendant of the Ramsey of 'Ramsey's Troop' of the Royal Horse Artillery.


He was a good godfather who took his duties seriously and followed my 'progress' from then on. He wrote the all important letter of recommendation to the War Office Selection Board (W.O.S.B.) when my name was put forward for a Commission.


My first experience of 'Networking' was as a 'victim' of it and I still feel this incident 'blighted' my Army Career. It certainly spoiled it for me and eventually cut it short.


A few days before their 'passing out parade' the future officers get probably the only chance in their lives to choose their own posting, from a list of available positions.


From a complicated system involving Course results and 'type' of Commission, I had the 'first pick' and so of course I picked the best posting which was to a 'fighting Regt' in a War Zone which was then Korea. (Every young Officers 'dream' was to get into Action where the Action was) I was sent on the 'Young Officers Gunnery Course' at Larkhill and then on 'embarkation' leave and given my FARELF clothing allowance.


Days before reporting for departure I was told that my highly prized posting was cancelled and I was now going to join a R.A. 'Training' Regt somewhere in Wales!


This had been the 'worst' posting on the list and was 'all that was left' by the time the Course 'Idiot' got to choose a posting. I had gone from 'best to worst'. I was shocked.


I complained to my father who told me it was just "bad luck" and my Army career would prove to be a succession of good and bad postings One following the other.


However two of my uncles made enquiries at the 'War Box' on my behalf and made the discovery that the Course 'Idiot' had gone to Korea in my place and I now had his.


It had been a 'Masonic Fix' by the father of the 'Idiot' and could not be 'undone'.


My Welsh Training Regiment posting was scrapped and I was posted to an 'elite' Specialist Regiment which had R.H.A. 'Standing' but (unfortunately) it was in BAOR.


Much more about these days (if anyone is interested) but eventually I left the Army an 'expert' on the 25pdr Gun Howitzer with an array of 'Counter Bombardment' skills.


No use at all in 'civvy street' but I also had become 1) competent in 'networking' and 2) been inducted into Freemasonry. & both were to prove 'very' useful in civvy street.


As an Officer Cadet I was the only one in my class who had neither been to a Public School nor held an 'Oxbridge' degree. It seemed to me that 'networking' skills came with a Public School education. Everybody was 'at it' and 'trophy contacts' valued.


It was the same on all the Courses I attended and in the 'Regiment'. I joined the 'game'.


My earliest Police 'contacts' were my father’s friends. Harry Cauclough had joined the Army with my father during the First World War. Both were under age but determined not to miss out on the big 'adventure'. Afterwards they served together in Gibraltar and India. Harry joined the Met Police in the 1930's and shortly afterwards joined the Royal Protection Unit and became the 'personal and private' bodyguard to the late Queen Mary for the rest of her life. He was granted a 'Grace and Favour' Apartment over 'Gerrards' the Crown Jewellers. He stayed in lifelong contact with my father.


Another one of my father’s 'Police friends' was Cdr Flood . They met at the beginning of the Second World War when my father was at the Military College of Science and engaged on Proof and Experimental Work at Woolwich Arsenal. Flood was a Special Branch Officer. There was a big 'Spy (and Saboteur) Scandal' at that time. Many were killed when the cordite store blew up and when there was a gun explosion My father was awarded an 'Act of Gallantry'. A second gun explosion cost my father his L Hand.


My father stayed on with A.R.D.E. and friends with Cdr Flood who rose to Command Special Branch. They often met up at Fort Halstead as they both lived within easy reach. Both of the above took an interest in my career and gave me very good advice.


I made good contacts whilst I was at Bow Street and more amongst the club and casino owners whilst in the 'City'. I have always followed the 'rules' and have kept in touch with the people I 'cultivated' as friends from the very earliest days. Regular Xmas and birthday cards and the odd 'note' or telephone call suffices (at small cost).


When I rejoined the Police Force I had an 'agenda'. I soon knew some of the basic 'tenets' for the achieving a successful career, e.g. "It is not 'what' you know but 'who' you know" and the lawyers favourite." You do not have to know everything in every book,- you only have to know where to look" and many similar applicable to Police.


One of my first 'mentors' was Sam Goddard who was my Detective Superintendent at Catford Police Station. He was an admirable man who had held the then long obsolete rank of D.S. Grade 2 for very many years and told me how that situation had come about. He was one of the last survivors of the old Trenchard scheme designed to encourage intakes of new 'officer class' recruits who were expected to impose a good discipline and cut out the endemic corruption in a then shambolic Metropolitan Police.


Sam enjoyed telling me his life story (and my rapt attention) and gave me much good advice. His daughter Anne was his pride and joy and I was sure that he was plotting to 'match us up'. She was a Law Student (and is now a Judge) He was an 'old school' gentleman who had been badly treated by Senior 'criminal' Police Officers (more?).


Another mentor was Ken Drury whom I will mention again. I admired him as a 'thief taker' and set out to learn all I could from him. We worked the same 'shifts' and most nights we went West. (stopping off to meet a few of his informants along the way) and I gradually introduced him to the 'Club Set' from my Lamson Paragon days.


From Ken I learned all the 'tricks of the trade', for example I told him that I intended to take two weeks off to study for the Sgts Exam. Ken said "Take the time off but spend it with your kids or doing the garden. I'll drop the questions round to you a couple of days before the exam. A couple of hours to revise those and you'll be O.K".


He did, I was, and I came out near the top of the list and was eligible for Bramshill.


Ken had taught me one of the 'secrets of the job' (he was later to teach me other such).


The Sgt's Exam papers were prepared by a couple of Supts in the Yard and it was argued by certain 'Specialist' Squads that they did not have the time to study, because of the 'pressure of their work', so the Supts were told to supply short 'revision lists'.


The same system for the Inspectors exam and they were all the exams that were needed to be taken in a Police Career up to Chief Constable. The rest was interviews.


The 'revision list' identified sufficient questions to 'qualify' which was all a C.I.D. Officer needed to do. If you wanted to come high on the 'competitive' list you needed to either study very hard for several years or if you were 'on the square' and 'in the swim' you could buy a complete set of the 'competitive exam papers ' from one of the Supt's local 'agents'. The nearest agent to me at that time was 'Black-Jack' Garrard a Det Sgt at Bromley Police Station. The then cost was £200 a set. (you could buy a new Mini then for £350) I know of cases where Officers put up 'blags' to buy the Q's.


A Det .Constable on my Division who was then notoriously corrupt (and later became famously so) went into a car dealer I was friendly with and asked for a £200 'loan' to buy the Sgts exam papers. He promised to repay it 'with interest' on his promotion.


One year later he set up the dealer with three other men to defraud Cedar Holdings of one million pounds in the first big fraud against a car 'hire purchase' Company. The new Det Sgt was able to protect them throughout from his new office near the scene.


The 'dealer' invested his quarter million in property and later retired to Spain as a multi-millionaire and now enjoys life together with the ex Sgt and many other ex CID.


I saw people all around me making fortunes through corruption, I did not take money for myself, but I did for and on behalf of the senior officers I was cultivating. Mistake There are 'hundreds' of pages on these sort of memories and thoughts. Maybe analyse.


The easiest and safest money offered to me was a post with the Obscene Publications Squad which I had refused on the advice of Ken Drury as he had then arranged for me to go on to the Flying Squad. In the O.P.O. everybody got a regular £100 p.w. for doing nothing (against the pornographers). That was an 'extra' £5000 p.a. and for a (normal) three year posting £15,000. In 1969 you could buy a very nice house in a good suburb for less than £5,000 ( In 1971 obliged to sell my own house for £6,000 ) These same houses are now worth between 150.000 and 200.000 pounds each?


The O.P.O. was called 'The Dirty Squad' for good reason. In my opinion it was a dirty and disgusting job to spend all day reading and watching the most depraved materials. Many Officers became themselves depraved and perverted, truly corrupted.


A Det .Sgt at Cray had just come off the Dirty Squad . He lived in a very nice house which he owned outright and his was the first 'luxury' limousine with an automatic gearbox that I ever rode in. His 'rent aid' had become just 'extra pocket money' and he seemed to 'have it made'. Unfortunately he also became a 'bit of a joke'. He had acquired a huge collection of revolting 'dirty pictures' which he tried to interest other Officers in (without success). He had carefully set them into bound volumes and was often 'caught' sitting alone with his volumes 'flush faced' and playing 'pocket billiards'.


A Det Con at Croydon returned from the Dirty Squad with some very peculiar ideas and lost his girlfriend over them. I later inherited her and she regaled me with many hilarious and astonishing stories about elaborate bondage gear with whips and masks.


A Det Sgt friend of mine, shortly after joining the Dirty Squad, started to take home some very strange and 'advanced' ideas about the limits of what could be regarded as normal marital relations. His eminently sensible and down to earth, dear lady wife, had very different ideas on that particular subject and 'ordered him off the premises'.


Many other examples of the pervasive effect of pornography including 'turning queer'.


These men were not simple minded or easily led. There were experienced Police Officers who were nevertheless 'perverted' in some way by their exposure to 'porn'. What could be the effect of pornography on young, unformed and innocent minds?


Moody was being paid a Superintendents wages to track down and close down the flood of 'hard core' filthy pornography seeking to enter the U.K. market. He in fact did the exact opposite, for and on the behalf of the greedy wicked old men 'upstairs'. He encouraged and protected this vile trade in return for bribes. He facilitated the opening of more and more shops and the importation and production of more and more pornographic materials (and acquired fortunes for himself and those 'upstairs'.).


At that time the 'Drug Squad' was even more lucrative (although much more fraught) and I feel sure that these two comparatively small units, did more harm, to more people, and ruined more young lives, than all the criminal gangs engaged in drug dealing or hard core pornography, could ever have done. (without their assistance.).


And so the ruination of my life would have been of little importance to such men.


I was not then a threat to the Dirty Squad racket. So it must have been 'just business'.


I feel sure they would have had the £500,000 lying in the High Court in mind when calculating the 'fee'. Thomson was going to lose that either way. "So we will have it".


I had become 'close' to every senior officer that I had ever worked with and that included the more junior officers who later became senior. I was also on good terms with many senior officers that I had met 'socially', through sporting activities, (I lived only 'minutes' away from the 'Warren' ), through 'benevolent' activities, (supporting the Widows and Orphans fund, The Police Nursing Home in Denmark Hill, and the original fundraising for the purchase and establishment of the Police Convalescent Home in Hove) and through any other 'activities' that came to my attention e.g. supporting the Police Band, The St John’s Ambulance 'First Aid' (Volunteer Advanced Classes and the 'Life Saving Awards) and even the Senior Officer who strove to dress the Force in 'Gannex' raincoats and 'Hardy Amies' Uniforms. I took an interest in Police Federation work and was always available to their 'welfare' section and to be called out to counsel and support officers suffering bereavement or other problems.


As with everything else in my previous life, Boy Scouts, The Church, The Army and even my 'City' jobs I had committed myself 'totally and full time' to the 'job'. It was my way, I could not help it, I was 'buzzing' with energy and took an 'avid interest' in everything around me. I could always find the time to 'answer any call' (hyperactive?).


As I got more and more involved in the inner workings of the C.I.D. I had less and less time for my 'good causes'. I had made a point of 'keeping in touch' with the friends I had made, but I was 'pleasantly surprised' (if not 'moved') by the immediate response to the one and only 'distress call' that I have ever put out on my own behalf.


My friends had supported me throughout the original Enquiry and had congratulated me when I was cleared. They had heard 'rumours' about the later developments and were concerned when I told them what was really happening (destruction of docs etc).


A small group said they would go to the 'Yard' and try to find out what was going on.


This was my "High Level Delegation" (page 14 line 34). They all outranked Moody both as Police Officers and as Freemasons. They asked to meet Moody at a nearby Lodge but Moody declined. They put the meeting 'on the square' anyway. Moody was nervous and evasive. They asked about my position and said that if anything were to happen to me "It would be a loss to the 'job'" (My highest ever 'commendation').


Moody told them that nothing would happen to me and I would stay 'cleared' but I would have to stay on suspension until the present 'changes' had been completed.


Moody said that he could only obey the orders that came down from 'upstairs' and he thought it was a 'Political' decision to take no action against the Times Staff, probably Callaghan was saving Jay's neck. This meant that a lot of Lambert's work would have to be 'dumped' and the statements retaken. Lambert had to go because he opposed this.


Moody said that fresh complications had arisen because new witnesses had recently come forward with very damaging further allegations against Robson and Sylvester.


He said that he had known me since Croydon, liked me and knew that I was 'sound' and that he had in fact offered me a job on his Squad just before the 'troubles' (True).


Moody repeated that I had no problems and should have no worries I was in the clear.


My friends told me about the above conversation. Some had a 'bad feeling' about it but said he 'had to be believed' because the meeting had clearly been 'on the square'.


Some years later Moody was said to be 'distraught' when he was thrown out of the Freemasons. It was not because he was then a convicted criminal. It was because he had lied to my friends when they visited him on my behalf. He lied 'on the square'.


The vital proof was the fact that Moody had told certain members of the Enquiry that "Symonds was going to have to go" just 'hours' before his meeting with my friends.


The order had (of course) come down from 'upstairs' and Moody displayed what he called a 'secret statement'. This statement was never properly recorded and placed in the 'statement file' so my informant could not tell me what it said or who made it?


I learned this 'news' immediately on my return from meeting my friends. They were not at all pleased and thereafter were allies in my long campaign against Moody & Co.


I told Robson and Sylvester the story about 'new evidence' in their cases and they were surprised but on making enquiries discovered that it was true. A colleague had been put under great pressure by Moody and had been 'turned' to go against them.


Everyone was very shocked. It was then an unimaginable (but now common) 'action'.


I now started (for the very first time) to get 'worried' I had allowed myself to become 'intimately compromised together', with so many people I was entitled to be worried if the tactics were to be 'turning' people. What I had thought to be my main protection had now become my main weakness. Who ordered this 'line of enquiry’? What was the 'thinking'? "Get something on someone who might know something about John Symonds and then 'turn' him. If Symonds then takes 'him' with him, then 'so what' "!!


This was 'extreme' policing. These methods were at the 'extreme' edge of Policing. These methods were not (and had never been) used in a normal internal discipline enquiry. Colleague investigating colleague. Everything should be 'very correct', but with the basic 'decencies' observed. Then guilty men went quietly (if sadly) to prison, or to dismissal, or to reprimand, according to the offence. But it must have been 'fair'.


I had been 'fairly' investigated and rightfully and justly completely exonerated. If I had been guilty of taking money from Perry I like to think that I would have been 'man enough' to have taken my punishment and then have rebuilt my life (before 40.).


I later wished that I had taken a bribe and had been guilty because everything would have been 'cut and dried' and there would have been no need for the later 'miseries'.


I had a surprise visit to my home from my old Office colleagues (because they did not want to talk on the phone) Moody had 'turned' one of my Office staff. His name was Munro and had arrived as a young 'aide' (probationer D.C.) just a few weeks before the Times article. Lambert had interviewed everybody in the office during his first investigation and it had gone well. Lambert had taken away all the 'duty books' and the office later received a message that everything was properly recorded and 'A.O.K.'


I was surprised because I had taken Munro 'under my wing' and had 'settled him in'.


Munro was a 'Jockson with ambitions to join the Jockafia' (I will elaborate on this).


Munro's name had come to my notice previously because he was the only person who refused to 'contribute' to the weekly Office 'whip' on my behalf ever since I was suspended. (this continued for two and a half years without fail). Munro was then described as 'That snidey little scotch shit Munro'. He was already very unpopular.


Munro had apparently gone to Moody to report that I had 'presided' over an office 'share-out' and had described the 'goods' and 'who had what'. In order to try to please Moody and get me into trouble he had put the whole Office into jeopardy. Everyone completely denied the allegation and my paperwork stood up to each and every test.


The allegation fell flat, Munro was obviously the 'grass' and received an 'accidental' beating and some terrible threats. He suddenly 'disappeared' having been 'posted'.


The 'dirty trick' was that Moody tried to get my colleagues to believe that I was his informant and had presumably broken down and betrayed them all. They did not.


So the dirty little man from the dirty squad was now resorting to 'dirty tricks'!


The final act of this sad and disgusting story was that Munro reappeared some years later as a prosecution witness against Moody and helped to get him convicted of his own corruption and sentenced to 18 years imprisonment. Moody had taken him onto his Squad (probably to report on his colleagues there) He had ignored his own rules, Munro may have been 'on the square' but he was certainly not 'sound'. What a fool.


The same story was repeated only this time it was Moody who was presiding over the 'share-outs' and once again Munro was claiming that he had 'declined' his share. How ironic. Munro had taken the greedy lions share of the toiletry's share-out and whilst at the Dirty Squad had been taking his whack plus 'private' money from pornographers.


I do not know where Munro is now. He is probably a Chief Constable somewhere?


Moody did eventually manage to 'turn' one of my colleagues. I did not find out 'who' until many years later when the Q.C. who had been briefed to prosecute me, told a multi-millionaire about the content of a 'secret statement' held at New Scotland Yard.


I will tell this story when I get to 1979, but it was a terrible blow to me then and my feelings today are still disbelief. He was my 'partner' at Camberwell, he lived 'round the corner' to my house, our families were very close, He named his son John after me, we baby sat for each other He was younger than me and I often protected him and got him 'out of trouble'. I would have trusted him with my life. He betrayed me.


Robson was betrayed by 'his' partner 'Bomber' Harris (who also 'tried' to betray me) I do not know whether Sylvester was betrayed by his partner or not, but both men were 'ruined' anyway. So much for the 'comradeship' of corrupt C.I.D. 'colleagues'.


All very well when all is well, but if you are thought to be finished or 'going down' they will 'turn on you' in order to save themselves as if a pack of wild dogs or wolves.


All my Police friends outside the C.I.D. stayed loyal to me, and all of my colleagues who had served with me stayed loyal (except one) but when amongst the savage 'Alpha Males' of the wolf pack, then my one time 'Colleagues' vied with each other to be the first to bring me down as if they would then 'demonstrate' their own innocence.


I was reminded of some things Sam Goddard had told me about the problems that are encountered by anybody who was perceived to be 'fast track' or 'officer class'. He said" People will 'suck up to you' if they think you are going to the top", (for their own possible future benefit)." But if you come 'unstuck' or are thought to be 'falling' then those same people will be the first to put the knife into you".(they resent the time they wasted sucking up to you because you turned out to be a loser). Sam was a wise man.


Having read through these later pages I notice some 'points' that should be 'enlarged'.


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