Kampf in the summer of 1928, and then placed it in a safe in Nazi Party headquarters with orders for it not to be published until after his death. It was captured by the

Americans in 1945, and authenticated in 1958.)

Face to face with Hitler

November 19th. After a day in Berlin I was taken off to Berchtesgaden which we reached after a night in the special train, and were driven by what I assumed to be storm-troopers straight up to Hitler’s chalet. Snow was on the ground and a path had been swept up the steep steps to the house. As I looked out of the car window, on eye level, I saw in the middle of this swept path a pair of black trousered legs, finishing up in silk socks and pumps. I assumed this was a footman who had come down to help me out of the car and up the steps, and was proceeding in leisurely fashion to get myself out of the car when I heard Von Neurath [German Foreign Minister] or somebody throwing a hoarse whisper at my ear of ‘Der Führer, der Führer’; and then it dawned upon me that the legs were not the legs of a footman, but of Hitler. And higher up, the trousers passed into khaki tunic with swastika armlet complete. He greeted me politely and led me up to the house and to his study, which was very overheated, but with a magnificent mountain view from immense windows . . .