Tinker, tailor, soldier, stooge

THE conventions of secrecy were maintained. Only Richard Dearlove’s disembodied voice appeared in front of the Hutton inquiry. But, irrespective of the effect on individuals’ reputations, there are fears that recent events have compromised the Secret Intelligence Service. Its operating procedures have been subjected to too much daylight, and it has been used for purposes that were never intended. One former intelligence officer has described this as the Icarus syndrome; SIS has flown too close to the sun. In this case, the sun is Tony Blair.

There is a piquancy in Mr Blair’s developing such a close and indeed affectionate relationship with SIS. About a year before he became Prime Minister, he was invited to lunch at the service’s Vauxhall Cross HQ. Those present hoped to dispel any suggestion that they were a bunch of right-wing fascists and to assure the Labour leader that SIS would work as hard and loyally for his government as it had for previous Labour governments.