As war was ramping up with Germany in the late thirties and OSS Spy Master Allen Dulles took up his post in Zürich, he began working with, and, as it were, loving Mary Bancroft. As Dulles said, “Let the romance cover the job and the job cover the romance.”
The romance evolved into a fixed routine. Once a week, Mary would take the train to Bern, check into the Hotel Schweizerhof just across from the train station. She would then taxi over to the Herrengasse for drinks with Allen. He would debrief her on the latest clandestine assessments, and they would argue over the substance.
“Hitler’s got his facts all wrong,” Allen, the Jungian man, would huff, provoking Mary, the Jungian woman. Then Mary would attempt to “enlighten” her new boss on how Nazi propaganda worked and how it worked as disinformation, how it had nothing to do with presenting facts accurately, but was designed solely for an appeal to the emotions of the German people.
They would soon have dinner, and the professional atmosphere would soften. When they were completely talked out, it was time for love-making, and off to bed they would go.
I write of Mary Bancroft in my book: Observer: The Ronnie Lee and Jackie Bancroft Spencer Morgan Story, a tale of people, greed, envy, manipulation — even crime.