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Lincoln enviously how he had got hold of these things. He answered
laconically that he had “liberated” them.
Captain Blyth had good news for me the next morning. Two
armored vehicles had left Munich for the mine. I gave the message
to George when he called just before noon.
“They’re a little late,” he said. “Thanks to the fine co-operation of
the 11th Armored Division, I am being taken care of from this end of
the line. I’ll try to catch your fellows in Salzburg and tell them to go
back where they came from. I am sending you a letter by the next
convoy. It’s about a repository which ought to be evacuated right
away. I can’t give you any of the details over the phone without
violating security regulations. As soon as Posey gets back, you
ought to go to work on it. After that I want you to help me here.”
After George had hung up, I asked Lincoln if he had any idea what
repository George had in mind. Lincoln said it might be the
monastery at Hohenfurth. It was in Czechoslovakia, just over the
border from Austria. While we were discussing this possibility, Craig
Smyth walked in.
As soon as he had recovered from the surprise of finding me at
Captain Posey’s desk, he explained the reason for his visit.
Something had to be done right away about the building he was
setting up as a collecting point. He had been promised a twenty-four-
hour guard. He had been promised a barrier of barbed wire. So far,
Third Army had failed to provide either one. A lot of valuable stuff
had already been delivered to the building, and George was sending
in more. He couldn’t wait any longer.
“Let’s have a talk with Colonel Hamilton,” I said. As we walked
down to the Assistant Chief of Staff’s office, Craig told me that the
buildings he had requisitioned were the ones Bancel La Farge had
suggested when we saw him at Wiesbaden a month ago.
“Can’t this matter wait until Captain Posey returns?” the colonel
asked.
“I am afraid it can’t, sir,” said Craig. “As you know, the two
buildings were the headquarters of the Nazi party. The Nazis meant
to destroy them before Munich fell. Having failed to do so, I think it
quite possible that they may still attempt it. Both buildings are
honeycombed with underground passageways. Only this morning we
located the exit of one of them. It was half a block from the building.
We hadn’t known of its existence before. The works of art stored in
the building at present are worth millions of dollars. In the
circumstances, I am not willing to accept the responsibility for what
may happen to them. I must have guards or a barrier at once.”
The colonel reached for the telephone and gave orders that a
cordon of guards was to be placed on the buildings immediately. He
made a second call, this time about the barbed wire. When he had
finished he told Craig that the guard detail would report that
afternoon; the barbed wire would be strung around the building the
next morning. We thanked the colonel and returned to Posey’s office.
We found two officers who had just come in from Dachau. They
were waiting to see someone connected with Property Control. They
had brought with them a flour sack filled with gold wedding rings; a
large carton stuffed with gold teeth, bridgework, crowns and braces
(in children’s sizes); a sack containing gold coins (for the most part
Russian) and American greenbacks. As we looked at these
mementos of the concentration camp, I thought of the atrocity film I
had seen at Versailles and wondered how anyone could believe that
those pictures had been an exaggeration.
I went back with Craig to his office at the Königsplatz. The damage
to Munich was worse than I had realized. The great Deutsches
Museum by the river was a hollow-eyed specter, but sufficiently
intact to house DPs. Aside from its twin towers, little was left of the
Frauenkirche. The buildings lining the Brienner-Strasse had been
blasted and burned. Along the short block leading from the Carolinen
Platz to the Königsplatz, the destruction was total: on the left stood
the jagged remnants of the little villa Hitler had given D’Annunzio; on
the right was a heap of rubble which had been the Braun Haus. But
practically untouched were the two Ehrentempel—the memorials to
the “martyrs” of the 1923 beer-hall “putsch.” The colonnades were
draped with the same kind of green fishnet that had been used to
camouflage the Haus der Deutschen Kunst. The classic façades of
the museums on either side of the square—the Glyptothek and the
Neue Staatsgalerie—were intact. The buildings themselves were a
shambles.
I followed Craig up the broad flight of steps to the entrance of the
Verwaltungsbau, or Administration Building. It was three stories high,
built of stone, and occupied almost an entire block. True to the Nazi
boast, it looked as though it had been built to “last a thousand
years.” And it was so plain and massive that I didn’t see how it could
change much in that time. There was nothing here that could “grow
old gracefully.” The interior matched the exterior. There were two
great central courts with marble stairs leading to the floor above.
Although the building had not been bombed, it had suffered
severely from concussion. Craig said that when he had moved in two
weeks ago the skylights over the courts had been open to the sky.
On rainy days one could practically go boating on the first floor.
There had been no glass in the windows. Now they had been
boarded up or filled in with a translucent material as a substitute. All
of the doors had been out of line and would not lock. But the repairs
were already well under way and, according to Craig, the place
would be shipshape in another month or six weeks. He said that his
colleague, Hamilton Coulter, a former New York architect now a
naval lieutenant, was directing the work and doing a magnificent job.
Even under normal conditions it would have been a staggering task.
With glass and lumber at a premium, to say nothing of the scarcity of
skilled labor, a less resourceful man would have given up in despair.
Vermeer’s Portrait of the Artist in His Studio in the Alt Aussee
mine was purchased by Hitler for his proposed museum. It has
been returned to Vienna.