In my last message to the Germans I told them that I would try to go to South America by boat as soon as I could. Then, on 7 May 1945, London exploded with joy: people invaded Piccadilly Circus and Regent Street, and traffic came to a standstill; everyone was drinking beer, singing and dancing to celebrate the arrival of peace.
Our office was disbanded; GARBO had no more messages to send and the whole team was broken up. I lost touch with most of them except for Tommy Harris, who had always been my best friend in MI5.
The didn’t want me to leave the country and even offered me a managerial job with Eagle Star insurance company, but I had made up my mind to go to South America because I believed that the pact between the Allies and the USSR was not going to last and I feared that another war would soon follow.