Part 5 (1/2)

Dodd was shocked to learn that his independently wealthy predecessors in Berlin had spent up to one hundred thousand dollars a year on entertaining, more than five times Dodd's total salary. On some occasions they had tipped their servants more than what Dodd paid in rent each month. ”But,” he vowed to Hull, ”we shall not return these hospitalities in larger than ten or twelve-guest parties, with four servants at most and they modestly clad”-meaning, presumably, that they would be fully clothed but forgo the knee breeches of the Belgians. The Dodds kept three servants, had a chauffeur, and hired an extra servant or two for parties attended by more than ten guests.

The emba.s.sy's cupboard, according to a formal inventory of government-owned property made for its annual ”Post Report,” contained:

Dinner plates 10 4 doz. 4 doz.

Soup plates 9 2 doz. 2 doz.

Entree plates 9 2 doz. 2 doz.

Dessert plates 2 doz. 2 doz.

Salad plates 5 5/16 2 doz. 2 doz.

Bread/b.u.t.terplates63/16 2 doz. 2 doz.

Teacups 3 2 doz. 2 doz.

Saucers 5 11/16 2 doz. 2 doz.

Bouillon cups 3 2 doz. 2 doz.

Saucers 5 11/16 2 doz. 2 doz.

After-dinner cups 2 2 doz. 2 doz.

Saucers 4 2 doz. 2 doz.

Chop dishes 2 doz. 2 doz.

Platters, various sizes 4 doz. 4 doz.

Goblets 3 doz. 3 doz.

Tall sherbert 3 doz. 3 doz.

Low sherbert 3 doz. 3 doz.

Small tumblers 3 doz. 3 doz.

Tall tumblers 3 doz. 3 doz.

Finger bowls 3 doz. 3 doz.

Finger bowl plates 3 doz. 3 doz.

”We shall not use silver platters nor floods of wines nor will there be card tables all about the place,” Dodd told Hull. ”There will always be an effort to have some scholar or scientist or literary person present and some informatory talk; and it is understood that we retire at 10:30 to 11:00. We make no advertis.e.m.e.nt of these things but it is known that we shall not remain here when we find that we can not make both ends meet on the salary allowed.”

In a letter to Carl Sandburg he wrote, ”I can never adapt myself to the usual habit of eating too much, drinking five varieties of wine and saying nothing, yet talking, for three long hours.” He feared he was a disappointment to his wealthier junior men, who threw lavish parties at their own expense. ”They can not understand me,” he wrote, ”and I am sorry for them.” He wished Sandburg all speed in completing his book on Lincoln, then lamented, ”My half-completed Old South Old South will probably be buried with me.” will probably be buried with me.”

He closed the letter ruefully, ”Once more: Greetings from Berlin!”

At least his health was good, though he had his usual bouts of hay fever, indigestion, and bowel upsets. But as if foreshadowing what was to come, his doctor in Chicago, Wilber E. Post-with an office, appropriately enough, in the People's Gas Building-sent Dodd a memorandum that he had written after his last thorough examination a decade earlier, for Dodd to use as a baseline against which to compare the results of future examinations. Dodd had a history of migraines, Post wrote, ”with attacks of headaches, dizziness, fatigue, low spirits, and irritability of intestinal tract,” the latter condition being best treated ”by physical exercise in the open air and freedom from nervous strain and fatigue.” His blood pressure was excellent, 100 systolic, 60 diastolic, more what one would expect from an athlete than from a man in late middle age. ”The outstanding clinical feature has been that Mr. Dodd's health has been good when he has had the opportunity to get plenty of open air exercise and a comparatively bland non-irritating diet without too much meat.”

In a letter appended to the report, Dr. Post wrote, ”I trust that you will have no occasion to use it but it might be helpful in case you do.”

THAT FRIDAY EVENING a special train, a a special train, a Sonderzug Sonderzug, made its way from Berlin through the night landscape toward Nuremberg. The train carried the amba.s.sadors of an array of minor nations, among them the ministers to Haiti, Siam, and Persia. It also carried protocol officers, stenographers, a doctor, and a cadre of armed Storm Troopers. This was the train that was to have carried Dodd and the amba.s.sadors of France, Spain, and Britain. Originally the Germans had planned on fourteen railcars, but as the regrets came in, they scaled back to nine.

Hitler was already in Nuremberg. He had arrived the night before for a welcome ceremony, his every moment ch.o.r.eographed, right down to the gift presented to him by the city's mayor-a famous print by Albrecht Durer ent.i.tled Knight, Death and the Devil Knight, Death and the Devil.

CHAPTER 13.

My Dark Secret Martha delighted in the very entertainments that so wore on her father. As the daughter of the American amba.s.sador she possessed instant cachet and in short order found herself sought after by men of all ranks, ages, and nationalities. Her divorce from her banker husband, Ba.s.sett, was still pending, but all that remained were the legal formalities. She considered herself free to behave as she wished and to disclose or not disclose the legal reality of her marriage. She found secrecy a useful and engaging tool: outwardly she looked the part of a young American virgin, but she knew s.e.x and liked it, and especially liked the effect when a man learned the truth. ”I suppose I practiced a great deception on the diplomatic corps by not indicating that I was a married woman at that time,” she wrote. ”But I must admit I rather enjoyed being treated like a maiden of eighteen knowing all the while my dark secret.”

She had ample opportunity to meet new men. The house on Tiergartenstra.s.se was always full of students, German officials, emba.s.sy secretaries, correspondents, and men from the Reichswehr, the SA, and the SS. The Reichswehr officers carried themselves with aristocratic elan and confessed to her their secret hopes for a restoration of the German monarchy. She found them ”extremely pleasant, handsome, courteous, and uninteresting.”

She caught the attention of Ernst Udet, a flying ace from the Great War, who in the years since had become famous throughout Germany as an aerial adventurer, explorer, and stunt pilot. She went falcon hunting with Udet's fellow ace, Goring, at his vast estate, Carinhall, named for his dead Swedish wife. Martha had a brief affair with Putzi Hanfstaengl, or so his son, Egon, later claimed. She was frankly s.e.xual and put the house to good use, taking full advantage of her parents' habit of going to bed early. Eventually she would have an affair with Thomas Wolfe when the writer visited Berlin; Wolfe would tell a friend later that she was ”like a b.u.t.terfly hovering around my p.e.n.i.s.”

One of her lovers was Armand Berard, third secretary of the French emba.s.sy-six and a half feet tall and ”incredibly handsome,” Martha recalled. Before Berard asked her out on their first date, he asked Amba.s.sador Dodd for permission, an act that Martha found both charming and amusing. She did not tell him of her marriage, and as a consequence, much to her secret delight, he treated her at first as a s.e.xual ingenue. She knew that she possessed great power over him and that even some casual act or comment could drive him to despair. In their estranged periods she would see other men-and make sure he knew it.

”You are the only person on earth who can break me,” he wrote at one point, ”but how well you know it and how you seem to rejoice in doing so.” He begged her not to be so hard. ”I can't stand it,” he wrote. ”If you realized how unhappy I am, you would probably pity me.”

For one suitor, Max Delbruck, a young biophysicist, the recollection of her skill at manipulation remained fresh even four decades later. He was slender and had a cleanly sculpted chin and ma.s.ses of dark, neatly combed hair, for a look that evoked a young Gregory Peck. He was destined for great things, including a n.o.bel Prize that would be awarded in 1969.

In a late-life exchange of letters, Martha and Delbruck reminisced about their time together in Berlin. She recalled their innocence as they sat together in one of the reception rooms and wondered if he did as well.

”Of course I remember the green damask room off the dining room in the Tiergartenstra.s.se,” he wrote. But his recollection diverged a bit from hers: ”We did not only sit there modestly.”

With a bit of dusty pique he reminded her of one rendezvous at the Romanisches Cafe. ”You came terribly late and then yawned away, and explained that you did that because you felt relaxed in my company, and that it was a compliment to me.”

With no small degree of irony, he added, ”I became quite enthusiastic about this idea (after first getting upset), and have been yawning at my friends ever since.”

Martha's parents gave her full independence, with no restrictions on her comings or goings. It was not uncommon for her to stay out until early in the morning with all manner of escorts, yet family correspondence is surprisingly free of censorious comment.

Others noticed, however, and disapproved, among them Consul General George Messersmith, who communicated his distaste to the State Department, thereby adding fuel to the quietly growing campaign against Dodd. Messersmith knew of Martha's affair with Udet, the flying ace, and believed she had been involved in romantic affairs with other ranking n.a.z.is, including Hanfstaengl. In a ”personal and confidential” letter to Jay Pierrepont Moffat, the Western European affairs chief, Messersmith wrote that these affairs had become grist for gossip. He a.s.sessed them as mostly harmless-except in the case of Hanfstaengl. He feared that Martha's relations.h.i.+p with Hanfstaengl and her seeming lack of discretion caused diplomats and other informants to be more reticent about what they told Dodd, fearing that their confidences would make their way back to Hanfstaengl. ”I often felt like saying something to the Amba.s.sador about it,” Messersmith told Moffat, ”but as it was rather a delicate matter, I confined myself to making it clear as to what kind of a person Hanfstaengl really is.”

Messersmith's view of Martha's behavior hardened over time. In an unpublished memoir he wrote that ”she had behaved so badly in so many ways, especially in view of the position held by her father.”

The Dodds' butler, Fritz, framed his own criticism succinctly: ”That was not a house, but a house of ill repute.”

MARTHA'S LOVE LIFE took a dark turn when she was introduced to Rudolf Diels, the young chief of the Gestapo. He moved with ease and confidence, yet unlike Putzi Hanfstaengl, who invaded a room, he entered un.o.btrusively, seeping in like a malevolent fog. His arrival at a party, she wrote, ”created a nervousness and tension that no other man possibly could, even when people did not know his ident.i.ty.” took a dark turn when she was introduced to Rudolf Diels, the young chief of the Gestapo. He moved with ease and confidence, yet unlike Putzi Hanfstaengl, who invaded a room, he entered un.o.btrusively, seeping in like a malevolent fog. His arrival at a party, she wrote, ”created a nervousness and tension that no other man possibly could, even when people did not know his ident.i.ty.”