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Blame It on Napoleon

A few days after the court of honor finally adjourned, George
Ward Price, the British journalist, came out to see Göring at
Carinhall. He had seen Hitler down at Linz, and had revealed in
a drunken stupor to officials in Prague four evenings later that
the Führer now intended to recover the Sudeten German ter-
ritories from Czechoslovakia. This was not what Hermann
Göring had promised the Czech minister, Mastny, at the air-
force Winter Ball, of course; but then Göring had also promised
Otto Schmidt that nothing would happen to him.
Ward Price, the Daily Mail’s star foreign correspondent,
had known Göring for five years. Jibes about the “Jewish bosses”
in London, Paris, and Prague tripped naturally off his tongue 
particularly when he had been drinking. It was March , .
The two grown men stood at the control panel of the miniature
railway that Göring installed at Carinhall  complete with re-
mote-controlled planes that released bombs  and as they ma-