Europe’s missing art treasures, “before we finally lose interest in
what happens to him.”
Colonel Andrus directed his prison surgeon, Captain
(M.C.) Clint L. Miller, to reduce the dosage of these pills as
rapidly as possible without killing Göring or driving him insane.
Nine of the pills had meanwhile been sent to Washington, D.C.,
for analysis. “It was found,” reported the FBI in a letter signed
by J. Edgar Hoover himself, “that the tablets contain mg or
/ grain of the narcotic dihydro-codeine.” Dr. Nathan B. Eddy
of the National Institutes of Health described this as “not ap-
proaching morphine in its effects or degree of addiction,” being
only about one-fifth as strong as morphine, but Eddy warned
that any abrupt withdrawal would evoke the same severe symp-
toms.
The interrogations of “Fat Stuff,” as the Americans here called
him, were less friendly than at Augsburg. Major Hiram Gans, a
SHAEF financial expert, tried to throw light on the truculent
Reichsmarschall’s monetary dealings. “Does your wife have an
insurance policy?”
“No.”
“Did you leave anything for your child?”
“She gets something at the age of twenty. You can have
that too!”
“We’re not kidding! These are things that you robbed
from everyone else, and we are going to see that they are re-
stored.”
Göring corrected him. In his view he had acquired his art
collection quite legally.
“Most of these things were bought, yes,” conceded Gans,
who had evidently done his homework. “But at a price fixed by
you!”