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Morey was supposed to be—would be accepted as a confidant
by the Moslem world.)
I gave considerable thought to the character and profession
I'd assume as Morey. I had grown older since my early experiences in undercover work, and had put on weight. A stranger
could easily take me for a typical well-fed American businessman. That is exactly the character I assumed.
I invented a business for myself—sales manager of the
Homestead Farm Appliance Corporation, with offices and
plant in St. John, Indiana. As Charles Morey I began as early
as 1945 a wide correspondence with every British hate-monger
and anti-democrat I read or heard about. There is of course no
Homestead Farm Appliance Corporation. I had never been to
St. John, but a trusted friend lived there and he forwarded all
letters addressed to me.
To give myself prestige, I issued a series of mimeographed
leaflets—a technique I'd successfully followed in Under Cover
—with such intriguing titles as "The American Nationalist
Decade." I praised Spain as the "European bulwark against
Communism." My headlines screamed: "The Nationalist
Flame Is Burning at Home and Abroad," thus rallying to
my banne "F