The 1978 Umbrella Murder.
The Story
A Bulgarian writer defected. A dictator took it personally. On a London bridge, a stranger's umbrella did the rest.**Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dark-american-crime--7005371/support.
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Speaker 1: There is a moment in every murder story where the
Speaker 1: ordinary world cracks open and something monstrous crawls through. For
Speaker 1: Georgi Markov, that moment came on a gray London morning
Speaker 1: in September nineteen seventy eight. On a bridge over the Thames,
Speaker 1: while he waited for a bus, A stranger bumped into him,
Speaker 1: a sharp sting in the back of his thigh. An
Speaker 1: apology murmured in a foreign accent, and then the man
Speaker 1: was gone, slipping into the crowd, boarding a taxi, disappearing
Speaker 1: into the cities in different hum Markov didn't think much
Speaker 1: of it at first. He was a Bulgarian dissident, a writer,
Speaker 1: a man who had made enemies in high places. But
Speaker 1: London was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to
Speaker 1: be safe. He mentioned the odd little pain to a
Speaker 1: colleague at the BBC World Service where he worked. He
Speaker 1: went home, He had dinner with his wife, Annabelle. He
Speaker 1: put their young daughter to bed. By the next morning,
Speaker 1: he had a fever of one hundred four degrees. By
Speaker 1: the third day, his white blood cell count had shot
Speaker 1: to catastrophic levels. His heart was failing. Doctors at Saint
Speaker 1: James's Hospital in London watched him deteriorate with baffled horror,
Speaker 1: running test after test, finding nothing they recognized. On the
Speaker 1: fourth day, Georgie Markov was dead. He was forty nine
Speaker 1: years old, and no one, not the doctors, not the police,
Speaker 1: not his terrified wife, could yet explain exactly what had
Speaker 1: killed him. But they would, and what they found would
Speaker 1: shake Western intelligence agencies to their core. Rewrite the rule
Speaker 1: book on Cold War assassination and expose a Bulgarian secret
Speaker 1: police operation so brazen, so technically sophisticated, so ruthlessly precise,
Speaker 1: that it reads less like history and more like something
Speaker 1: dreamed up in a fever. This is the story of
Speaker 1: the Umbrella Murder. Georgi Markov was born in Sophia, Bulgaria,
Speaker 1: in nineteen twenty nine, the son of a military officer.
Speaker 1: He came of age under communism. The Soviet backed People's
Speaker 1: Republic of Bulgaria had seized power in the late night
Speaker 1: eighteen forties, and by the time Markov was building his
Speaker 1: literary career in the nineteen sixties, the Bulgarian state controlled everything,
Speaker 1: the press, the arts, the universities, the conversations people had
Speaker 1: in their own kitchens. If their neighbors were listening. Markov was,
Speaker 1: by most accounts, a genuine talent. His novels were celebrated,
Speaker 1: his plays were produced, He moved in official circles, socialized
Speaker 1: with members of the party elite, and for a while
Speaker 1: it seemed like he might be one of those rare
Speaker 1: artists who finds a way to survive under totalitarianism, to
Speaker 1: work within the system without being consumed by it. But
Speaker 1: something shifted. Perhaps it was the things he saw up
Speaker 1: close among the party faithful, the hypocrisy, the cruelty, the
Speaker 1: yawning gap between the ideals the regime proclaimed and the
Speaker 1: reality it enforced. Perhaps it was simply his own conscience
Speaker 1: growing louder as the years passed. In nineteen sixty nine,
Speaker 1: Markov left Bulgaria on a legitimate travel visa, something almost
Speaker 1: unheard of, and simply went back. He defected. He settled
Speaker 1: in the West, first in Italy, then in Britain, where
Speaker 1: he joined the BBC World Services Bulgarian Section, and then
Speaker 1: he began to do the thing the Bulgarian regime feared most.
Speaker 1: He talked every week. His voice crackled across the airwaves
Speaker 1: into Bulgaria, passed the jamming signals passed the state's furious
Speaker 1: attempts to silence him, and he spoke directly to his
Speaker 1: countrymen about what their government was really like. He used
Speaker 1: real names, he shared real stories. He described the private
Speaker 1: behavior of Totar Zivkov, Bulgaria's communist dictator, with the intimacy
Speaker 1: of someone who had actually been in the room. Because
Speaker 1: he had been, Zivkov was reportedly livid. According to defectors
Speaker 1: and documents that emerged years later, the Bulgarian leader considered
Speaker 1: Markov a personal humiliation, a man who had been trusted,
Speaker 1: who had been given access, and who had betrayed that
Speaker 1: access in the most public way imaginable. Markov wasn't just
Speaker 1: a day He was a witness, and witnesses in the
Speaker 1: worldview of a paranoid authoritarian are not to be tolerated.
Speaker 1: Three previous attempts had apparently been made on Markov's life
Speaker 1: before September nineteen seventy eight. They had all failed. So
Speaker 1: the Bulgarian secret police, the Darshevna signast or Ds, turned
Speaker 1: to their patrons in Moscow and the KGB, it seems,
Speaker 1: was willing to help. What the KGB provided was not
Speaker 1: a gun. It wasn't a bomb or poison in a drink,
Speaker 1: or any of the blunt instruments that state assassinations had
Speaker 1: historically relied upon. What they provided was something almost incomprehensibly
Speaker 1: small pellet, a tiny metal sphere roughly the size of
Speaker 1: a pinhead, machined from a platinum iridium alloy, drilled through
Speaker 1: with two microscopic holes, each one third of a millimeter
Speaker 1: in diameter, coated in a wax designed to dissolve at
Speaker 1: body temperature, and packed in those two tiny holes with risin.
Speaker 1: Risin is a toxin derived from castor beans. It has
Speaker 1: no antidote. It works by entering cells and shutting down
Speaker 1: protein synthesis, essentially switching off the molecular machinery that keeps
Speaker 1: cells alive. Once a sufficient dose reaches the bloodstream, death
Speaker 1: is not a question of if, It is only a
Speaker 1: question of when. The delivery mechanism the KGB devised was,
Speaker 1: in its own terrible way, a masterpiece of engineering. An umbrella,
Speaker 1: an ordinary black umbrella of the sort carried by thousands
Speaker 1: of London commuters on a rainy morning, had been modified
Speaker 1: to function as a compressed air gun. A mechanism in
Speaker 1: the handle triggered by a discrete movement of the thumb
Speaker 1: would fire the pellet into its target with just enough
Speaker 1: force to penetrate the skin. The wound would be tiny,
Speaker 1: the victim would feel a brief sting in the confusion
Speaker 1: of a crowded public place, the assassin would be gone
Speaker 1: before anyone registered what had happened, and by the time
Speaker 1: the victim understood that something was seriously wrong, the wax
Speaker 1: coating would have dissolved. The risin would be spreading through
Speaker 1: their bloodstream, and there would be nothing, nothing in any
Speaker 1: medical textbook in the Western world that any doctor could
Speaker 1: do to stop it. On the morning of September seventh,
Speaker 1: nineteen seventy eight, Georgi Markov crossed Waterloo Bridge on his
Speaker 1: way to work. It was a Thursday, Bulgarian national Day,
Speaker 1: a detail that some investigators later wondered about whether it
Speaker 1: was chosen deliberately, a message, a statement of contempt. The
Speaker 1: man who approached him on that bridge has never been
Speaker 1: definitively identified. For decades, the most credible suspect was a
Speaker 1: Danish citizen of Italian origin named Francesco Galino, who operated
Speaker 1: under the code name Piccadilly for Bulgarian intelligence. Galino had
Speaker 1: been in London that day. He had traveled extensively throughout
Speaker 1: Europe on DS business. He was, by all accounts a
Speaker 1: skilled and experienced operative. But Gallino was never prosecuted. He
Speaker 1: denied everything, and the full truth of who pulled the
Speaker 1: trigger on that bridge, who exactly held the umbrella remains
Speaker 1: even now somewhere in the shadows. What is not in
Speaker 1: doubt is what happened next. The pellet entered the back
Speaker 1: of Markov's right thigh. He felt the sting, turned, saw
Speaker 1: a man with an umbrella who said something like I'm sorry,
Speaker 1: and stepped into a waiting taxi. Markov continued to work.
Speaker 1: He mentioned the incident. He noted that the spot where
Speaker 1: he'd been jabbed was already swelling into a small red bump.
Speaker 1: That evening the fever began. The doctors at Saint James's
Speaker 1: Hospital were not stupid men. They were experienced clinicians working
Speaker 1: in one of the world's great medical cities, with access
Speaker 1: to the resources of the National Health Service and the
Speaker 1: collective expertise of British medicine. But nothing in their training
Speaker 1: had prepared them for this. They watched Markov's white blood
Speaker 1: cell count climb to astronomical levels, his immune system screaming,
Speaker 1: throwing everything it had at an enemy it could not find.
Speaker 1: They watched his heart weaken, his blood pressure drop, his
Speaker 1: kidneys begin to fail. He died on September eleventh. For
Speaker 1: days after that encounter on the bridge, it was only
Speaker 1: at autopsy that a pathologist probing the small wound on
Speaker 1: Markov's stye found something strange, a tiny metal sphere barely
Speaker 1: visible to the naked eye. The pathologist almost missed it.
Speaker 1: The pellet was sent to Port and down, Britain's Chemical
Speaker 1: and Biological Defense Establishment. Scientists there examined it under electron microscopes.
Speaker 1: They found the two microscopic holes. They found traces of
Speaker 1: a waxy substance consistent with a delivery coating, and though
Speaker 1: the risin itself had been metabolized, had done its work
Speaker 1: and vanished into Markov's body, they were able to deduce
Speaker 1: from the pellet's design and from the symptoms of Markov's death,
Speaker 1: that risin was what had killed him. It was the
Speaker 1: first confirmed use of risin as an assassination weapon in history.
Speaker 1: The KGB had tested it first on horses at a
Speaker 1: facility in the Soviet Union, calibrating the dose to a
Speaker 1: human body mass. The pellet found in Markov's leg contained
Speaker 1: approximately four hundred fifty micrograms of risin, a dose calculated
Speaker 1: with clinical precision. A lethal dose for a man of
Speaker 1: Markov size was estimated at around two hundred micrograms. They
Speaker 1: had given him more than twice what was needed. They
Speaker 1: were not leaving this one to chance. The investigation that
Speaker 1: followed was one of the most complex and frustrating in
Speaker 1: British intelligence history. Scotland Yard worked the case. Mi I
Speaker 1: six worked the case. The CIA, alerted to the remarkable
Speaker 1: weapon that had been used, took a keen interest. Defectors
Speaker 1: from the Eastern Bloc were interviewed. Soviet and Bulgarian intelligence
Speaker 1: files were quietly scrutinized whenever the opportunity arose, but the
Speaker 1: Cold War was still very much alive in nineteen seventy eight.
Speaker 1: Bulgaria was a warsaw pack state firmly within the Soviet sphere.
Speaker 1: Diplomatic pressure could only go so far, and the Bulgarians,
Speaker 1: through their ambassador, through their official statements, through every channel
Speaker 1: available to them, denied everything. The whole thing they said
Speaker 1: was a fabrication Western propaganda a smear. Zhivkov, the man
Speaker 1: whose wounded vanity had almost certainly set the murder in motion,
Speaker 1: continued to rule Bulgaria for another eleven years. He died
Speaker 1: in nineteen ninety eight, peacefully in his bed at the
Speaker 1: age of eighty six, never charged, never tried, never publicly
Speaker 1: held accountable for the murder of Georgi Markov. The d
Speaker 1: S officer most directly implicated in planning the operation, General
Speaker 1: Vladimir Katseev, also died without facing justice. And Francesco Galino,
Speaker 1: if it was Gallino on that bridge, if it was
Speaker 1: his thumb that pressed the trigger, lived quietly in various
Speaker 1: European countries, surfacing occasionally in police investigations, always slipping away.
Speaker 1: When the Berlin Wall fell in nineteen eight, and when
Speaker 1: the communist regimes of Eastern Europe collapsed one after another
Speaker 1: like dominoes in the autumn of that extraordinary year, there
Speaker 1: was hope that the truth about Markov's murder would finally
Speaker 1: emerge from the open archives. Some of it did. Bulgarian
Speaker 1: secret police files confirmed that there had indeed been an
Speaker 1: operation against Markov. They confirmed the involvement of the DS.
Speaker 1: They confirmed that coordination with the KGB had taken place.
Speaker 1: A DS general Stoyansavov was charged in Bulgaria in the
Speaker 1: early nineteen nineties, but he died by suicide before the
Speaker 1: case could go to trial. Other files had been destroyed,
Speaker 1: key documents shredded, sources said in the frantic days of
Speaker 1: nineteen eighty nine, as it became clear that the regime
Speaker 1: was falling and that accountability might finally be coming, Scotland
Speaker 1: Yard formally reopened the case in twenty eighteen, forty years
Speaker 1: after the murder, New forensic techniques, new leads, new access
Speaker 1: to witnesses who had spent decades in silence. In twenty
Speaker 1: twenty three, Bulgarian authorities announced that Francesco Galino had been
Speaker 1: found and questioned in Austria. He was elderly by then.
Speaker 1: He maintained his denial. Austrian prosecutors reviewing the evidence declined
Speaker 1: to extradite him. The case for now for him, appears
Speaker 1: to be closed. The murder of Georgi Markov technically remains unsolved.
Speaker 1: No one has ever been convicted. There is something that
Speaker 1: Georgie Markov said in one of his BBC broadcasts, a
Speaker 1: line that his wife Annabel has recalled in the years
Speaker 1: since his death, he said that a writer's greatest responsibility
Speaker 1: was to tell the truth, even when the truth was dangerous.
Speaker 1: Especially when the truth was dangerous, he knew it was dangerous.
Speaker 1: He knew with the particular clarity of someone who had
Speaker 1: grown up inside a police state and understood exactly how
Speaker 1: they worked, that the men in Sophia were listening to
Speaker 1: his broadcasts, that they were furious, that they were capable
Speaker 1: of anything. He chose to keep talking anyway, and and
Speaker 1: in the end, the Bulgarian regime, aided by the most
Speaker 1: sophisticated assassination technology the Cold War had produced, managed to
Speaker 1: silence him. They killed him on a London bridge with
Speaker 1: a poisoned pellet fired from an umbrella. They killed him
Speaker 1: in the middle of the freest city in the world,
Speaker 1: on a gray Thursday morning, in a crowd of people
Speaker 1: who had no idea what they were witnessing. But here
Speaker 1: is the thing about killing a writer. Here is the
Speaker 1: thing that authoritarian regimes, for all their cleverness, for all
Speaker 1: their technical expertise, for all their KGB advisers and secret
Speaker 1: police generals and modified umbrellas, here is the thing they
Speaker 1: never seem to understand. Words don't die with the person
Speaker 1: who wrote them. Markov's broadcasts are archived. His novels have
Speaker 1: been translated. His memoir of life inside Communist Bulgaria, The
Speaker 1: Truth That Killed, published posthumously, sits in libraries and on
Speaker 1: shelves and in the hands of readers who were not
Speaker 1: yet born when he died. His daughter, who was too
Speaker 1: young to remember him, has spoken publicly about who he
Speaker 1: was and his murder. This brazen, sophisticated, cold blooded killing,
Speaker 1: carried out in the open, in the heart of London
Speaker 1: by a foreign intelligence service. His murder became one of
Speaker 1: the defining stories of Cold War history, a story told
Speaker 1: and retold, a story that made Djivkov's Bulgaria infamous, that
Speaker 1: exposed the paranoid brutality beneath the regime's respectable surface, that
Speaker 1: put a human face on what it meant to live
Speaker 1: under a system that would kill you for telling the truth.
Speaker 1: The men who ordered Georgi Markov's death wanted to make
Speaker 1: him disappear. Instead, they made him immortal. This has been
Speaker 1: dead of night. The case of Georgi Markov remains officially unsolved.
Speaker 1: If you'd like to learn more, Annabel Markov's account of
Speaker 1: her husband's life and death, as well as the investigative
Speaker 1: work of journalist Ristohristov, offer the most detailed picture available
Speaker 1: of what happened on Waterloo Bridge and why the pellet
Speaker 1: recovered from Markov's Thyeh is held at Portendown, a small
Speaker 1: piece of metal that changed the history of Cold War
Speaker 1: espionage forever. Next week, we go deeper into the archive,
Speaker 1: Stay in the shadows,
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