again via the lawyer Friedrich Rigele, that he would welcome an-
other meeting with Göring. Göring suggested Carinhall
“where we would be completely undisturbed” and offered to
send his private plane down to Vienna. (During August, he ex-
plained, he would be away cruising aboard his latest toy, the
diesel yacht Carin , which the Motor Manufacturers’ Associa-
tion had donated to him.) Schmidt, venturing literally into the
lion’s den, arrived at Carinhall on September , and stayed for
several days.
Göring again found him amiable and boisterous perhaps
a type not often met in northern Germany. Schmidt killed a
stag called Hermann.
“You’ve done me in, have you!” exclaimed Göring play-
fully.
“Wish I had,” replied the Austrian minister.
“Not very nice of you,” retorted Göring and he had a lion
brought in when they returned to Carinhall. The furry beast lay
under the table, licking Guido Schmidt’s feet.
“Next time,” faltered the Austrian, “I shall bring an animal
of my own a lamb.”
“Good,” roared Göring. “And a black sheep too. Yourself
and Dr. Schuschnigg!”
It was September and time for the annual party rally again. This
time London instructed the British ambassador to attend, and
Henderson saw for himself the spectacle of aggregate manpower
as hundreds of thousands of brown-shirted party automatons
paraded at Nuremberg. Hitler arrived after dark, the arrival of
the “messiah” announced by the simultaneous uplifting of three
hundred searchlight beams to intersect thousands of feet up,
leaving the hushed and darkened stadium inside what Sir Nevile
called “a cathedral of ice.” The thousands of standard-bearers