I must admit that my heart sank a little at the prospect of reading yet another book about Lt-Cdr Lionel Crabb, the fallen angel who has inspired a shelf-full of tomes since the 1950s. But the diver-spy just won’t go away, and if I would trust anyone to write his story without half an eye on Hollywood contracts, it’s John Bevan.
Then I twigged that I had already read Bevan’s Commander Crabb: What Really Happened?, and that this new book was a much-extended version.
The pagination has almost doubled since that book came out four years ago, as new evidence has emerged.
To recap, Crabb was a wartime Royal Navy hero, a mine-clearance frogman, but by 1956 had become a depressive, unfit, debt-ridden drunk with odd sexual predilections (allegedly). So why did MI6 pick him to undertake a covert diving inspection of a visiting Soviet cruiser in Portsmouth Harbour?
He failed to return from the not-so-secret dive, but a headless body recovered some way up the coast months later was identified as his.
It was a huge story at the time, but an embargo on the release of official files before the year 2057 made it clear that the authorities had information they were very anxious to hide.
The idea of a spectacularly botched cover-up was a call to arms for conspiracy theorists, who for years have insisted that Crabb was killed by the Russians, the SBS, Mossad or his own breathing apparatus – or else didn’t die at all but went over to the Soviets, voluntarily or otherwise.
Wild speculation has been embellished with lurid details of Crabb’s private life and his friends in high places. Was the 100-year embargo the result of a royal connection, bound up in homosexual blackmail and spy-rings?
If John Bevan half-hoped that his earlier book might end the years of speculation, now with Crabbgate he sticks a confident pin into the balloon of far-fetched theories.
The book includes further impressive research on his part, as well as material released under the Freedom of Information Act in 2015.