On 13 June 1940 Commander Ian Fleming of the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve was flown to Le Bourget airfield, near Paris in France. It was not the first time he had gone there in recent weeks. France was lurching toward defeat and Paris was expected to fall soon. The Admiralty in London and Winston Churchill were desperate to know what would happen to the powerful French fleet. Contact had been lost with its commander Admiral Francois Darlan who Churchill described at the time as becoming ‘… very important. My contacts with him had become few and formal.’1
Admiral John. H. Godfrey, Director of Naval Intelligence, wanted to re-establish contact in order to give the First Sea Lord and the PM the best advice. He wanted to go himself but that was impossible. So he sent his personal assistant Ian Fleming.2
Fleming wrote later that it was his suggestion that he, with a wireless operator, should go to France to find Darlan and stay with him: ‘I cannot imagine what made me suggest this, except perhaps my usual desire to escape from Room 39 and get some fresh air.’3 Indeed Godfrey was to write about Fleming: ‘He had plenty of ideas and was anxious to carry them out but was not interested in and would prefer to ignore, the extent of the logistics background inseparable to all projects.’4
In June 1940 Ian Fleming had been in Naval Intelligence less than a year. He was thirty-two and a colleague at NI described him as ‘… tall and dark, elegant in his uniform and elastic-sided sea boots, with the worried down-the-nose look, and the heavy loping gait.’5
Ian Lancaster Fleming was born on 28 May 1908 at 27 Green Street in Mayfair, weighing in at near nine pounds, the son of Valentine and Evelyn Fleming. His father Valentine was the son of the wealthy Scottish banker Robert Fleming. In 1910 he was elected Tory MP for South Oxfordshire, and in 1914 he rode off to war with the Oxford Yeomanry and was soon promoted to Major. On 20 May 1917 Valentine Fleming was killed in action at Gillemont Farm. His last message to HQ was: ‘My squadron holds its locality.’ He was awarded a posthumous DSO. Winston Churchill wrote an appreciation in The Times praising his devotion to duty, observing that: ‘As a young yeomanry officer he always took the greatest pains to fit himself for military duties …’ and ‘… there were few more competent civilian soldiers of his rank.’6 Evelyn St Croix Rose, Ian’s mother, came from Irish, Scots and Huguenot descent. She was beautiful, headstrong and a law unto herself. Robert Harling, a long-time friend of Ian’s, called her a ‘snob’ while Noel Coward thought she was cold.7 Ian had an elder brother Peter, and two younger brothers named Richard and Michael. He also had a half sister Amaryllis, born in 1925, and fathered by the artist Augustus John.8 During the Great War and after the death of her husband Valentine, Evelyn was left to bring up her sons. Ian proved the most difficult. He hated the things the rest loved, like horses and dogs. He loathed family gatherings and holidays in Scotland. In 1915 Ian and Peter were sent to boarding school. In general, Ian disliked the experience but found escape in reading, devouring the likes of Sax Rohmer and his Fu-Manchu books, along with Buchan, Poe and R. L. Stevenson.9
Like his creation James Bond, Ian Fleming went to Eton, but retained few fond memories of the school. He was overshadowed by his elder brother. Peter was a success in most things and in 1926 went off to Christ Church Oxford with a string of honours. Though Ian underperformed academically, he did excel at athletics and was a good football player. He broke his nose in one match and had to have a small plate inserted, which his mother felt gave him the air of ‘battered nobility.’10 He even managed to run a car, an old Standard Tourer, garaged nearby in term-time against school rules, in which he ran illicit trips to London. There was also trouble with girls, again out-of-bounds in term time.11 He avoided being expelled unlike his fictional hero James Bond, whose ‘… aunt was requested to remove him’12 according to The Times obituary in You Only Live Twice. Fleming instead, with his mother’s agreement, left a term early to start cramming for the Royal Military College Sandhurst entry examination, where he passed sixth in the country. Evelyn and Ian held high hopes for his future career in the Army, yet given the strict discipline at the military college and his track record at schools he was almost bound to fail and in May 1927 he duly resigned after a string of troubles. For his mother, the disgrace was acute. However she did not wash her hands of him, and instead sent him to the Villa Tennerhof in Kitzbühel Austria for further education.
Kitzbühel is a small medieval town in the Tyrol named after the river and surrounded by the Eastern Alps. Ernan Forbes Dennis, a former British diplomat and spy, had rented the Villa Tennerhof and made it into a school for those wanting to learn German. Peter Fleming had spent the summer of 1927 there to improve his German. It was then that Ernan learnt of the troubles Ian had suffered and offered to help. Ernan later recalled of Fleming’s arrival: ‘… all he could do successfully was to make a nuisance of himself. For he was a rebel, like most second sons.’13
It was Ernan and his wife, the writer Phyllis Bottome, who got Ian to buckle down and work. Phyllis in particular encouraged him to write some short stories. For his education, they set the main goal as the Foreign Office examination for which competition was fierce, with most places being taken by Oxford and Cambridge students. The course he undertook with Ernan was much wider than any he could have acquired at a university. They instilled a love of books in him, and not just for reading but as an object in their own right, for he would become a keen collector. All these influences would lead him to make a living with his pen. He also found the freedom at Kitzbühel to explore the company of young women without his family breathing down his neck. One of his fellow pupils admired the effect he had on the female sex calling him ‘irresistible to women.’14
His car had made it to Austria but was soon wrecked in a collision with a train at a level crossing. Fleming had been returning from Munich one dusk and a field of tall corn had obscured the railway track. Neither train driver nor Ian saw each other until it was too late. The train sliced off the front of the Standard, engine and all, depositing it fifty yards down the track. Ian was unhurt but was badly shaken. In another adventure he courted death by skiing in a known avalanche zone. He was buried to his shoulders but escaped with only minor injuries. This may well have been the source for the avalanche scene in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service in which the avalanche misses Bond by feet: ‘The ground shook wildly and a deep crashing roar filled his ears. And then it had passed him and given way to a slow, heavy rumble.’15 This gave Ian credence among his fellow students and with the local girls.
After a year Ernan sent Fleming to Munich to stay with a German family and become a day student at the university. At this time, Hitler and the Nazis held some of their biggest rallies in the city and the country but they made little impression on Fleming.
In July 1929 he was back in Kitzbühel. Ernan felt he was nearly ready to sit the Foreign Office exam, but first sent him to Geneva to improve his French. In the Swiss city, Fleming acquired a black Buick two-seater sports car and a fiancée – Monique Panchaud de Bottones, a slim, dark-haired beauty who lived near Lake Geneva. Her father was a respected local landowner and his chateau produced good wine. Fleming now began to take the prospects of the Foreign Office more seriously now that he was thinking of marriage. He took a short-term post with the League of Nations to give him some insight into international affairs. Back in London for Christmas he found his mother hopeful he would become a diplomat, even agreeing to meet his Swiss girlfriend.
Sixty-two applicants sat the Foreign Office exam over ten days in September 1931. There were only three places available and an agonising four-week wait for the results. Fleming came twenty-fifth, and got the lowest marks for his English essay – 20 out of 100.16
It was another bitter pill to swallow, and a bigger blow to his ego than Eton or Sandhurst had been. His mother scuppered his romance, stating they were far too young and she was a distraction for his career prospects. Monique was sent packing back to Geneva in tears. Fleming later told Ralph Arnold, a fellow student at the Villa Tennerhof, ‘I’m going to be quite bloody-minded about women from now on. I’m just going to take what I want without any scruples at all.’17
It was through Evelyn that he obtained a tr ial post at Reuters, the news agency, for six months. He had no journalistic experience but it was a job that suited him. He first worked in the news room but got out to cover motor racing events at Brooklands. Then in 1933 he was sent to cover the trial of six British engineers in Moscow who were accused of espionage and sabotage. They worked for the Vickers Electrical Company installing and supplying heavy electrical machinery. Vickers was one of the few favoured foreign firms working in the Soviet Union. Through the seven days of the trial Ian gained much firsthand experience of this communist state at work, which would fuel his later fiction. At Reuters he became a good reporter and it was there that he ‘learned to write fast and above all, to be accurate.’18 On 23 April he left Russia and on his return to London he was asked to appear at the Foreign Office to report his views on Russia to some mysterious unnamed officials. It was likely his first contact with the Secret Intelligence Service. First though, he had to deal with a huge tapeworm he had picked up in Moscow which left him unable to work for three days. He nicknamed the tapeworm his ‘Loch Ness Monster.’19
Reuters were pleased with his work and offered him the plum job of ‘Far-Eastern Correspondent’ working out of Shanghai. He was excited to go even though the salary at £800 a year was not good given his lifestyle. Sir Roderick Jones of Reuters wanted him to go to Berlin first to see how a foreign office was run and put his good German to use. He might even be able to obtain an interview with Hitler. However, Fleming turned the package down, as he had been offered a job in a merchant bank. His ageing grandfather Robert Fleming was behind it, and he made plain that no special provision was to be made for Ian or his brothers in his will. He regretted his move into banking and later called it a: ‘beastly idea giving up all the fun of life for money’, but that he had been ‘pretty well pushed into it from all sides.’20
Thus began his six years as a merchant banker and then a stockbroker. However, unlike journalism, he had no real natural aptitude in the financial world, but still made a great deal of money from it. He spent it as fast as he could make it, on golf, gambling, and women. He became known as a ‘Glamour Boy’ in the party sect.21 As one fellow stockbroker said of his efforts in that field: ‘As a stockbroker, old Ian really must have been among the world’s worst.’22
In 1939 he returned to Moscow, this time to cover a trade mission for The Times and took leave from his stockbroking firm. He found the Russian capital a depressing city. Sefton Delmer, covering the same event for another paper, thought Fleming was there not only for a newspaper but the government too, given Ian’s thinly veiled comments about secret agents. On the train journey home, Soviet customs at the border went through Ian’s luggage with a fine-tooth comb. They took particular interest in some Russian contraceptives Ian had.23
Back in London on 24 May, four months before Britain went to war, Fleming received an invitation to lunch at the Charlton Grill with Rear Admiral John Godfrey, the new Director of Naval Intelligence, who had been in the job for just three months. The admiral was on the lookout for an assistant. Godfrey was fifty-one in 1939, and tall with a ruddy complexion. Fleming was introduced to his host by a man he knew well, Admiral Aubrey Hugh-Smith, who was the brother of Lance Hugh-Smith, the senior partner in the firm of Stockbrokers he worked for. Fleming had little idea why he was there and the two admirals did not explain much to him.
While captain of the battle-cruiser Repulse, Godfrey was notified in August 1938 that it was intended he should relieve Vice Admiral J. A. G. Troup as Director of Naval Intelligence early in the new year. He was concerned as the post usually led to retirement so he asked the advice of Admiral Sir Dudley Pound who reassured him: ‘I think your prospective appointment as DNI is an excellent one and when I go to the Admiralty I will make certain that it is their intention to send you to sea afterwards.’24
On his appointment he sought out people with intelligence experience for advice on his new role as DNI. He saw Admiral Hugh Sinclair, Director of SIS known as ‘C’ and his deputy, soon to succeed him, Colonel Stewart Menzies. Among others, Admiral ‘Blinker’ Hall came to see him, who at the time was nearly sixty-nine and one of the most renowned figures in the intelligence world. Godfrey wrote of that visit: ‘From then onwards we met frequently.’25 He went further: ‘To no one am I more indebted than Reggie Hall, the DNI during the Kaiser’s war. He came to see me on 27 March 1939 and thereafter very unobtrusively offered me full access to his great store of knowledge and judgement on this strange commodity, intelligence, about which I then knew hardly anything.’26
Hall also suggested he should get a good personal assistant. During World War I he had obtained the services of the stockbroker Claud Serocold who had a quick mind and was not hamstrung by naval tradition. David Kynaston wrote of him that he ‘… concentrated more on the fun aspects of life being considered something of a playboy.’27 Thus Godfrey sought out someone of a similar ilk.
At their lunch date, Godfrey told Fleming that he might like to be ready for a special post if it came to war. Ian was keen to help in any way he could. A few days later he received a letter from the Secretary of the Admiralty Norman Macleod, who thanked him for the ‘offer of your services’ and that the Admiralty ‘would probably desire to avail themselves of your offer should hostilities break out.’ The letter assured him that he would be ‘earmarked for service under the Admiralty in the event of emergency.’28 A short time after the letter reached Fleming, Godfrey telephoned to arrange a meeting at his offices. He wanted him to start work on a part-time basis. This suited Fleming well enough and he spent most weekday afternoons in July visiting the Admiralty after lunch. It was situated along the Mall close to Captain Cook’s statue. To enter, he would have to show his pass to the retired sergeant of the Royal Marines who manned a small desk at the Quadrangle leading off to the bowels of the building. He would follow the corridor on the left which brought him to a black door with the number 39 on it in white numerals.
Entering Room 39 the tall windows opposite faced west onto the ‘garden of No 10 Downing Street straight opposite, the Foreign Office St James Park Lake-Guards War Memorial composition to the right of it, and to the left the elegance of Horse Guards the Treasury and old Admiralty …’29
There could be up to fifteen people working in the large office at desks jammed among metal filing cabinets. The government issue furniture made life uncomfortable and the cream painted walls made it feel like the newsroom of a daily paper. Room 38 was next door – the domain of the DNI.
No one dominated the group. The room had no leader, and the Royal Navy officers in the section had all given up trying to impose any kind of routine or discipline in what was known among the ‘Secret Ladies’ and typists as ‘the zoo.’30
Yet they all knew their jobs and the work got done. Each desk dealt with a different aspect of intelligence and was given a code number. The department was designated the Naval Intelligence Division 17. Fleming’s desk was 17 F and he dealt with other intelligence and security organisations. His desk overlooked Horse Guards Parade and was six feet from the door of Room 38. As Godfrey’s personal assistant people had to get by him to see the DNI.
At a party held by Shane and Ann O’Neill in September, Fleming arrived in his new lieutenant’s naval uniform with the two wavy gold rings of the RNVR on his sleeves. One of the women called him a ‘chocolate sailor’ referring to the man on the Black Magic advertisements. To Fleming’s chagrin, the name stuck.31
However within the confines of Room 39 Ian Fleming was anything but a ‘chocolate sailor.’ There he became a ‘… skilled fixer and a vigorous showman’, and he seemed to transmit the energy and wide-ranging curiosity of his first chief. Never, as a colleague put it, did Fleming ‘sleep with a problem.’32
In the early months of the war the NID became the mainstay of British Intelligence. SIS was in turmoil after the death of its chief Admiral Hugh Sinclair in November 1939, followed closely in the same month by the Venlo Incident when two agents were enticed across the Dutch border and captured in Germany. Special Operations Executive was not formed until June 1940 with Churchill’s instruction the next month to ‘set Europe ablaze.’ Thus NID had to shoulder the burden with all sorts of people beating a path towards its doors, and way beyond its principle role of collecting intelligence about the war at sea.
On 8 September Fleming was promoted to commander, with three wavy rings on his uniform. The higher rank gave him more confidence to confront seniors at the Admiralty and within the other services. He would even do so with cabinet ministers he came across in the course of his duties, which was the purpose of the promotion.
As Donald McLachlan put it: ‘Fleming suffered not at all from very senior officer veneration. He was ready – indeed, more ready than Godfrey himself – to stand up for a case against a sceptical Vice-Chief of Naval Staff or Director of plans. This easy confidence made him very effective in defence of the DNI’s sideshows …’33
During the Phoney War, Fleming dreamed up various schemes, like his project to watch U-boat movements from the remote Baltic German Frisian islands inspired by Erskine Childers The Riddle of the Sands, as he recalled in 1960:
The last time I had paid serious attention to these island names – Wangerooge, Spiekeroog, Norderney, Borkum – was when, as a young Lieutenant R. N. V. R., I had studied them endlessly on Admiralty charts and put up a succession of plans whereby I and an equally intrepid wireless operator should be transported to the group by submarine and there dig ourselves in, to report the sailings of U-boats and the movements of the German fleet.34
The idea formed the basis for the plot in his short story From a View to a Kill where a group of Soviet Military Intelligence agents bury themselves in an elaborate hideout in the woods near the NATO SHAPE (Supreme Headquarters for Allied Powers in Europe) HQ, which was established in April 1951 at Rocquencourt near St Germain on the western suburbs of Paris. From there they ambush NATO motorcycle dispatch riders before Bond locates the hideout:
It was like the opening of a hinged Easter egg. In a moment the two segments stood apart and the two halves of the rose bush, still alive with bees, were splayed widely open. Now the inside of the metal caisson that supported the earth and the roots of the bush were naked to the sun. There was a glint of a pale electric light from the dark aperture between the curved doors. The whine of the motor had stopped. A head and shoulders appeared, and then the rest of the man. He climbed softly out and crouched, looking sharply round the glade. There was a gun – a Luger – in his hand.35
Vice Admiral Norman Denning, who worked with Fleming at the time, felt a lot of his ideas ‘were just plain crazy’ yet ‘… a lot of his far-fetched ideas had just the glimmer of possibility in them that made you think twice before you threw them in the wastepaper basket.’36
All the while Ian had been itching for some sort of adventure, and a proper role in the war. He got his chance at last when the Germans attacked the Low Countries and broke through the Ardennes Forest into France in the spring and early summer of 1940.