I returned to Berlin.

“You’d better hurry down to the Foreign Office,” a journalist told me. “They’ve been hunting all over for you. They had a rumor that you were spying for the Poles in East Prussial”

I hurried to the Foreign Office. An official whom I knew slightly was very cordial, with that sort of sticky cordiality that means to stay close by until it gets what it wants.

“You’ve been in the Corridor and East Prussia? Charming country, isn’t it?” Then, bluntly, “You saw Dr. Behrend? Then you went from his house to the Polish consulate where a member of the Polish intelligence service was staying.” He stated it as a fact, not a question. “So we heard.”

“Listen, I’ll tell you a story.” I repeated the details about the two hundred marks.

“Oh, of course, those misunderstandings occur.” He did not believe the story. “By the way, what did the Pole tell you? Those Poles are such liarsi”

“I’ll tell you later. Do you believe what I told you?”

“Why – my dear sir – ”

“Do you know any of Hitler’s associates?”

He nodded.

“Then take this two hundred marks and see that its gets to him and stays there, will you?” I handed him the money.

He smiled. “With pleasure. And may we have the pleasure of sending you a few books on the Corridor question?”

A letter reached me three months later, in a brown envelope, with N.S.D.A.P. on the cover. “. . . thanking you for your contribution to the party fund . . .” It was signed by Hitler’s secretary.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]