On September 11, 1971, exactly forty years before the
destruction of the twin-towers of the World Trade Centre an attempt was made,
via somewhat unorthodox means, to avert a similarly cataclysmic event from
taking place in the United Kingdom.
At least that is what the makers of the 2008 movie, The Bank Job, would have you believe.
It was on this date that Robert Rowlands of Wimpole Street –
the same Wimpole Street that housed both Dr Asher and Stephen Ward at various
times – tuned into an on-going robbery via his ham radio set. He, according to
the accepted story, informed the police of the robbery, who did not believe
him, and so he began to record the villains’ conversations until this action finally
got their attention. Bizarrely though, despite finally convincing them that a
crime was in progress and that it must be happening within a mile and a half of
his house – that being the maximum range of a walkie-talkie in those days – the
police insisted on searching a total of 750 banks within a ten mile radius.
The old ham – Robert Rowlands
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Remarkably, or perhaps as the result of their tick-box
approach, they did manage to visit the bank that was in the process of being
robbed. Sadly, and unbeknownst to them, as the robbers had tunnelled their way
directly into the vault from underground, the dozy coppers, having found the
vault door locked, failed to notice anything unusual and left allowing the
robbers to continue their merry rampage through the security boxes undisturbed
for the rest of the weekend.
Eventually, the Old Bill reasoned, a distraught bank manager
would open up his vault on the Monday morning and find it somewhat emptier than
when he locked it up on the Friday evening. At this point he would call them
and the investigation could begin. The fact that the robbers, and their
ill-gotten gains, would be long gone by this point seemed insignificant.
The makers of the movie insist that the heist was actually
an MI5 staged operation to obtain mucky pictures of the Queen’s sister,
Princess Margaret, which had been put, for supposed safe keeping, into a
security box at the bank. This information, they insist, came from a guy called
George
McIndoe, who claims to have been an insider and was a producer on the
movie.
I shall now quote directly from the linked article above:
“Obviously, we’ve changed the names,” says Clement, “and large parts of
our story are invented - they have to be, because no one knows the exact
details. All we could rely on what was George McIndoe told us.” And what George
McIndoe told them - whether truth or fiction - is quite remarkable. He claimed
that “Terry” and his walkie-talkie gang, as they became known, had found
sexually compromising photographs of Princess Margaret inside one of the deposit
boxes.
“The idea of the photographs was based on a direct conversation I had
with George,” explains Clement. “He told me the story, but obviously I can’t
prove that it’s true.” Indeed, the real ham radio operator, Robert Rowlands,
has spoken out against the film’s insinuation. “The film is an amusing series
of misconceptions, dragging in royalty,” he says. “I am in touch with the
princess’s solicitors.”
In the film, these photographs are placed in the possession of a shady,
real-life character called Michael X, a slum landlord and pimp who tried to
present himself as a British version of the activist Malcolm X. His ownership
of the pictures bestowed upon him a “get out of jail free card”, whereby the
courts overlooked his criminal activity.
After in-depth discussions with McIndoe, Clement and Le Frenais
suggested in their story that the robbery was masterminded by MI5, which was
eager to get its hands on the photos and thereby neutralise Michael X’s threat.
All of which tends to get my spidey-senses twitching.
Clearly if pictures of Princess pisshead being spit-roasted by a couple of
black men or, alternatively, of balancing half-pint mugs on John Bindon’s cock,
or even details of an alleged lesbian dalliance with the American Sharman
Douglas were to come into the public domain then the mother of all scandals
would be unleashed, however, they haven’t, so quite why Robert Rowlands felt
the need to get the legal profession involved is unclear.
Indeed, why would Rowlands feel the need to get involved at
all? My gut instinct is that his involvement and his ‘accidental’ discovery of
the walkie-talkie chatter are all a little too convenient.
Rowlands lived at 45 Wimpole Street, half a mile from the
bank.
Route from Rowlands’ abode to the Lloyd’s
Bank branch
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However, just down the road from Mr Rowlands, at Flat 3, 18-22 Wigmore Street – right next door in fact to Felix de Wolfe and Robert de Grimston in 1964 – lived Lord and Lady Franks.
Lord Oliver Franks
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So, we have a key proponent of one-world-government, an
architect of the North Atlantic Treaty, a former British ambassador to the US
and a director of Lloyds Bank living just a mile away from a branch of the Bank
that is being robbed to order by MI5.
Does this not strike you as being somewhat odd?
Not only this but Lord Franks was an associate of David
Bruce (of whom we have already spoken), the JFK appointed US ambassador to
Britain and former OSS man who had been mentored by W. Averell Harriman,
a man who had also been an ambassador to Britain, as well as to the Soviet
Union, and who, just happened, to be a patient of Stephen Ward.
David Bruce was also known to discuss varied and numerous propaganda
strategies with Nancy Astor, the key player behind the right-wing Cliveden Set.
Bruce was a former intelligence agent and was a friend of
the James Bond author Ian Fleming. Fleming, who based the Bond character on his
experiences whilst working for MI5, was another former naval intelligence man
who had worked with Roger Hollis, Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean at the agency.
Hollis has long been suspected by authors such as Chapman Pincher of
having been a Russian spy and, it has been claimed, it was Hollis who was
responsible for instructing Guy Burgess to warn his friend Donald Maclean to
defect to Russia when Maclean’s cover had been blown.
In order to make this urgent warning Burgess had to first
contrive a situation in order that he could return home to England from the
United States where he was then employed at the UK embassy in Washington DC. To
this end he committed a series of very deliberate, and deliberately
embarrassing, motoring offences which duly ‘convinced’ his boss that Burgess
had to be sent back to the UK.
So, just who was Burgess’s boss at the time? None other than
Oliver Franks!
The main allegations accusing Hollis of being a Soviet agent
came from Chapman Pincher’s 1981 book Their
Trade is Treachery, published many years after Hollis’s death in 1973.
The inside
information for this book came from the disgruntled former MI5 officer, Peter
Wright, who would later publish his own expose, Spycatcher. The man who would pair the two together for this MI5
expose was the, somewhat surprising middle-man, and former MI5 staffer, Lord
(Victor) Rothschild. Rothschild, you will recall, was another Cambridge Apostle
and friend of the Russian ‘spies’ Burgess, Maclean, Philby and Blunt. Indeed,
Rothschild was widely suspected as being the infamous ‘Fifth Man’ in the
Cambridge spy circle.
Despite the devastatingly embarrassing nature of Pincher’s
revelations to both the government and MI5, the fact that neither organisation sought
to stop the book’s publication – indeed a simple phone call to the publisher
Lord Forte would have achieved this result – seem to imply that the British
Government much preferred to sully the reputation of the dead man Hollis than
to admit to the state-sponsored leaking of secret information to the Reds.
It also conveniently provided Rothschild with an opportunity
to re-write history in his own favour and to allow the family business to
expand unhindered by any excruciating revelations!
All our circles within circles are beginning to link
together now like a chain that leads us back to Baker Street and our somewhat
suspect bank robbery.
A bank robbery that was conveniently overheard by Wimpole
Street resident, Robert Rowlands.
One wonders if, having recruited a team of highly skilled bank-robbers
with the lucrative promise that they can keep the loot, MI5 quickly located the
security box containing the ‘dodgy dossier’ and fled. Perhaps Rowlands was
listening in to determine exactly when the MI5 operatives had departed, after
which he was instructed to call in the Old Bill.
Recent allegations have included linking the Hatton Garden
robbery mastermind, Brian
Reader, with the Baker Street heist and claims have been made that the
robbers left certain incriminating evidence on the vault floor for police to
find and investigate. This didn’t happen, largely because the bank refused to
confirm the identities of the boxes owners and because they denied the police access
to the contents of these boxes.
If Reader was involved, he certainly wasn’t ever arrested
and, indeed, on Rowlands’s recordings of the robbery the voice of a female
participant can be clearly heard; however, of the four people convicted none
were women. Equally odd is that the three robbers who pleaded guilty to all
charges copped for twelve year sentences whilst Benjamin Wolfe – often cited as
the thieves’ ringleader and the brains behind the robbery – who pled not guilty,
only received an eight year sentence upon conviction. Normally if you
inconvenience the Establishment by forcing them to pursue a case into open
court and you are subsequently convicted you can expect a far harsher sentence
than anyone who has saved all that time, effort and expense by confessing. Not
in this case though.
We should, at this juncture, deviate from our path and have
a brief glimpse into the world of Benjamin Wolfe, as our Benjamin comes with a
bit of previous.
Back in 1956 Benjamin Wolfe found himself up in court on the
charge of conspiring to pervert the course of justice. Eventually Wolfe would
receive a conditional discharge (this basically means that although guilty you
will receive no punishment) but his co-accused, one detective sergeant Thomas
Mills, would land up serving a four year sentence for his crimes.
As can be seen in the following newspaper clipping we have
an interesting tale in which our man Wolfe is caught collaborating with a
police officer who is more than happy to steal and then destroy criminal
records, in this case on the behalf of a backstreet abortionist.
Thomas Mills seems to be running a similar operation to the
Scientologist Gerald Wolfe who was planted within the American IRS to obtain any
incriminating information they may have had on the ‘religion’. Knowing a copper
who is prepared to ‘lose’ evidence and criminal records would be an extremely
useful asset and Benjamin Wolfe, it appears, was a man with extremely useful
connections, especially when planning a bank job.
Another newspaper article of the time, that I have seen,
showed that Benjamin Wolfe was resident in the fifties in Notting Hill, west
London, smack in the middle of Rachman territory. One wonders if he handled
abortion arrangements for the local working girls.
Baker Street robber Benjamin Wolfe’s
illustrious history
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George McIndoe claims that the Baker Street robbers were recruited
by MI5 to retrieve the photos. The movie argues that Gale Ann Benson, whose
story we covered earlier, was in fact an MI5 spy. Now this I can believe.
Furthermore, the movie also claims the robbers discovered
ledgers of police payoffs, a discovery that makes them the target of violent
reprisals from the cops.
Maybe the robbery was designed to recover the security boxes
mentioned in the FBI’s ‘Bowtie’ documents on the Profumo scandal that Paul Mann
claims to have possessed.
The same FBI documents claim that Ward believed that Mann had stolen photographs from him to sell.
Ward’s Cliveden photograph mentioned
above
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Maybe the police payoffs alluded to in the movie were those
made to Chief Inspector Samuel Herbert for his part in Ward’s, and the then
government’s, downfall?
Maybe there was far more in those security boxes than just
photographs? Maybe it included the entire Ward blackmail cache? Maybe it
included the masters to certain snuff-movies? Maybe it included the sales list
for said snuff-movies? Maybe it included details of those high-flying attendees
of the occult rituals at which these movies were filmed? Maybe it included
details of which corrupt policemen had been on the payroll of the likes of the Krays
and Benjamin Wolfe?
Maybe it contained details of revelations far more explosive
than anybody could imagine?
What if Paul Mann, or any of Ward’s inner-circle, had
deposited material pertaining to the Profumo scandal in the Baker Street
security boxes? Certainly MI5 would want to get their hands on it. Certainly the
Cliveden Set remnants and their Establishment chums would want to get their
hands on it. They could then have instructed MI5 to plan the operation knowing
that their round-table lackey, and Lloyds Bank director, Lord Oliver Franks could
easily facilitate a ‘friendly’ robbery at his Baker Street branch on the proviso
that Robert Rowlands would be given the frequency of the radio channel that the
robbers would use so that he could call the police once the primary purpose of
the robbery had been achieved.
Presumably Rowlands and Franks could not have foreseen just
how incompetent the Metropolitan Police could be.
One problem with this speculative theory lies within Johnny
Edgecombe’s claim that Paul Mann was an MI5 operative. If this were true then I
would imagine that MI5 would have already been in possession of copies of
Mann’s evidence, however, he may well have squirrelled away the originals, or some
additional evidence, in the security boxes as an insurance policy. Alternatively,
maybe Mann was out to determine where Ward had stashed all his materials, maybe
Mann put MI5 onto the David Jacobs trail?
Sadly I have been unable to determine anything about Paul
Mann since his minor role in the Profumo affair other than he was still alive
in 2003. Paul Mann is a relatively common name and it may not be his real one
so sadly I have hit a dead end.
It seems highly likely that what was stashed in the bank
vault in Baker Street was far more than just a few mucky pictures though. It
was a trail; a trail that led right back to the top.
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