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nightmares, had become the Germans’ wishful
thinking. They could not bear to lose their faith
in him who had appeared to them as a redeemer.
Nor could they give up their belief in the
justification of the Hitler program.
The Chief of the Security Police,
Obergruppenführer Ernst Kaltenbrunner, was courteous
enough as he offered me Chesterfield cigarettes
and Dubonnet—doubtless looted from France—
but the eyes that he fixed on me were cold
and inquisitorial. The meeting, which had been
arranged by the Swedish Legation, took place
at Kaltenbrunner’s luxurious home at Wannsee
on the day following my arrival in Berlin. My
immediate object was to convince
Kaltenbrunner, Himmler’s second-in-command in the
Gestapo, that it was imperative for me to meet
his chief.
Obergruppenführer Kaltenbrunner could look
back with pride upon a distinguished career, and
he had earned the well-merited confidence of his
superiors, for he had always shown zeal and
efficiency. He had quickly risen to be chief of the
Gestapo in Vienna. When the notorious
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