two large suitcases, one hatbox, one fitted bag, and other listed
items that did not include any of the medals inventoried earlier,
nor the fountain pen or large Swiss wristwatch italicized above.
Evidently he had given these away. The latter items the pen
and wristwatch were later seen in the possession of the widow
of Jack Wheelis, the U.S. Army second lieutenant whom he had
befriended before his death, as will be seen.
Andrus was a meticulous keeper of records. He was com-
mitted to keeping these men alive, and his security measures
here at Mondorf did not improve their mood. He allowed them
no knives, and meals were eaten off plain brown glazed crockery
with a blunt spoon.
“I used to feed my dogs better than this,” growled Göring.
“Then you fed them better than your own soldiers,”
shouted a German kitchen hand a remark that convinced
Colonel Andrus, as he later testified to an army board of in-
quiry, that he could rely on these Germans not to give illegal
succor to his captives.
Göring plunged into a deepening gloom. He began to
worry incessantly: about the fate of Emmy and little Edda, and
about how to get into his blue leather cases.