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1)Matild Schueckelgruber a servant at the Rothchild's mansion had an
illegitimate son with Lionel Nathan Rothschild (22 Nov. 1808 –3 June 1879)
named Alois Schueckelgruber (7 June 1837 –3 January 1903).
2)Alois Schueckelgruber married Clara Poltzl
(Alois officially changed his last name with the Austrian Minsistry to Hitler.
Hitler
was his mother in law's maiden name, he took it rather than carry his mother's
name making him known to be illegitimate)
3)They had 3 children (Gustav, Adolf, and Paula)
This would explain why the United States is on the verge of becoming Nazi
Germany. The Rothschilds pulled the strings then in Germany and they pull them
now in the United States. Hitler's grandmother is confirmed to have worked at
the Rothchild's mansion AND this same girl became pregnant while working there.
Her grandson became the Chancellor of Germany, funded by the Rothschild's, and
started the Second World War which was so vital to the Rothschild-Illuminati
agenda. The Illuminati are obsessed with putting their bloodlines into power on
all "sides" in a conflict. The Rothschild's are one of their most key
bloodlines. He was funded by the Rothshcilds and The Vatican. No, it's not all a
coincidence. This can be easily confirmed with a DNA test done on Hitler's
children, now living in the U.S. and any of the Rothshchilds.
Hitler was part Jewish according to his DNA check of relatives.
See details below:
Introducing Hansjurgen Koehler's "Fatal File"
In 1999, a book was published entitled "The House of Rothschild: The
World's Banker 1849-1999 ". It was written by Niall Ferguson, who,
according to the inside jacket cover, is "the first historian with
unrestricted access to all the surviving Rothschild archives." According to
the inside jacket blurb, the book concluded Ferguson's "myth-breaking
portrait of one of the most fascinating and powerful families of modern
times".
It further stated:
"From the Crimea to World War II, wars repeatedly threatened the stability
of the Rothschilds' worldwide empire. Despite these global upheavals, theirs
remained the biggest bank in the world up until the First World War, its
interests extending far beyond the realm of finance. They controlled a
pan-European railway network; they also ran a worldwide mining empire based on
Spanish mercury, African gold and diamonds, Burmese rubies and Russian oil. And
as the richest family of modern times, they acquired the greatest art
collections and built the most sumptuous palaces of the age."
"Their economic might gave them a unique political leverage. Disraeli and
Churchill were their friends, Bismarck and Hitler their foes. Yet the
Rothschilds' failure to establish themselves successfully in the United States
proved fateful. As financial power shifted from London to New York after 1914
and as continental Europe fell under the thrall of Marxism and fascism, the
Rothschilds' power waned."
Let's take a closer look.
First of all, Ferguson admits that he was allowed access to Rothschild archives
up until 1914…so… so the title is at first exposed to be a little
misleading. It should read 1849-1913.
Why was Ferguson denied access into the Rothschild archives of 1914 and beyond?
Were the Rothschilds hiding anything? According to the jacket financial power
shifted from London to New York…from this we are lead to believe that the
Rothschilds (uncharacteristically) had no hand in the carnage of the First and
Second World Wars.
It is a matter of history that up until the First World War, the Rothschilds
financed both sides of numerous conflicts, reaping rewards from the winners and
the losers. Could it be that the Rothschilds did indeed have a hand in the First
and Second World War? Could it be that the reason the Rothschilds tried to
distance themselves from those wars was because their good name would not have
survived had it been associated with the massive slaughter of millions of
people, including the millions of European Jews consumed in the Holocaust?
Somehow New York bankers would take the heat for financing the First and Second
World War. The financing burden of World War I would fall squarely on the
shoulders of John Pierpont Morgan. The Rothschilds would comfortably be able
point their collective finger across the Atlantic and keep what remained of
their image of respectability. Did the Rothschilds merely deploy a new phase in
their banking tactics? Did they simply go from overt war financing to covert war
financing? If so, that would mean that they were still financing both sides of
the conflicts. Did they finance both the allies and the axis powers during the
First and Second World War? If so then the jacket misled us again. If both the
allies and the axis powers were customers of the Rothschilds-through their
secretly affiliated agents, then they had no foe in Hitler. Hitler would have
been a customer. A customer is a friend not a foe. This theory, as outlandish as
it may appear is at the very least….plausible.
Taking it another step further. Could it be possible that Hitler was more than a
customer? Was Hitler a secret agent of the Rothschilds?
"Preposterous!", you may be thinking. After all, didn't Hitler accuse
international Jewish bankers of engineering the Versailles Treaty which
destroyed Germany financially? Wasn't Hitler's wrath aimed squarely in the
direction of the international Jewish bankers, namely the House of
Rothschild?
Hitler did say, "The bigger the lie…the more people will believe
it".
Think about it...Did Hitler kill any Jewish international bankers? The answer is
no.
Not one. [Note:In fact some members of the Warburg banking family were given a
Nazi escort out of Holland in a sealed train. ..When the Gestapo went to the
Rothschild mansion to arrest the head of the Vienna branch they were told by the
butler to come back the following day. They did. Then they had to wait for the
Baron to finish his lunch...There WAS the case of the estranged wife of a French
Rothschild. "Why should the Germans harm me?" she had asked her
husband in 1940. "I am from an old French family." Despite disowning
the Rothschild family name (unheard of!) and reverting to her original title of
nobility, she was arrested by the Gestapo in July 1944 and sent by the last
transport to Ravensbruck where she was brutally murdered...]
Let's back up a bit here. Let's take a closer look at that financial shift from
London to New York. Simply put…the shift from the House of Rothschild to the
House of Morgan.
According to Gary Allen's best-selling book "None Dare Call It
CONSPIRACY":
"Morgan is referred to by many, including Congressman Louis McFadden, (a
banker who for ten years headed the House Banking and Currency Committee), as
the top American agent of the English Rothschilds."[Page 44]
So much for the financial shift.
So the question remains…Was Hitler a Rothschild customer or an agent as
well?
In 1972, a book was released entitled, "The Mind of Hitler: The Secret War
Report" by Walter C. Langer. According to the book, the author, a
psychoanalyst, was approached by Col. William "Wild Bill" Donovan, of
OSS fame, to conduct a psychological investigation into the mind of Hitler.
Many books on the subject of Adolph Hitler refer to Langer's work. Within the
book is a curious investigation into Hitler's origins. In fact, there is mention
that Hitler had been linked to the Rothschilds in a book written by an
ex-Gestapo officer. Langer notes that the "very intriguing hypothesis"
but downplays the Rothschild connection saying, it "is sounder not to base
our reconstruction on such slim evidence but to seek firmer foundations.
Nevertheless, we can leave it as a possibility that requires further
verification."
Was the Hitler-Rothschild link further verified? No. Actually Langer's report,
which was not widely circulated, even within the intelligence community, was
classified top secret and holed up for 29 years. When it was published, the
Rothschild link was downplayed in the Introduction as well as in the
Afterword.
The Afterword stated:
"There is no reason to believe the unlikely story told by Langer's
informant that Hitler's grandmother Maria Anna Schicklgruber, a peasant woman in
her forties from the Waldviertel of rural Austria, had had an intimate liaison
with a Baron Rothschild in Vienna…"
Also,
"The point of overriding psychological and historical importance is not
whether it is true that Hitler had a Jewish grandfather; but whether he believed
that it might be true…"
(Donovan may have wanted us to consider that if there was a slim possibility
that Hitler's grandfather was a Rothschild…then Hitler's hatred of Jews
stemmed from his revulsion of having Jewish blood coursing through his veins.
The last thing Donovan may have wanted us to consider was that Hitler, though
illegitimate, was an acknowledged member of the Rothschild family who was
assigned a duty that required keeping his loyalties to the banking family very
hidden.)
What was not mentioned in the book was that Langer's brother William L. Langer,
was head of Donovan's Board of Analysts often referred to as Donovan's
"College of Cardinals". Did Donovan really need to understand Hitler
or was this report designed to throw off post-war researchers. After all,
Donovan was J.P.Morgan's lawyer. J.P.Morgan was the American agent for the
English Rothschilds…It's simple math folks. (Incidentally it is known that
Donovan had at least one secret meeting with Hitler in the 1920's.)
After 29 years the ex-Gestapo officer's book would be long out of circulation.
(Its importance was not appreciated as it came out in 1941, years before the
world learned of the Nazi atrocities) The Langer book was designed, quite
possibly, to prevent post-war researchers from going through the pains of
digging it up….
This researcher did manage to find "Inside The Gestapo",the
above-mentioned book written by Hansjurgen Koehler.Koehler was Hitler's
bodyguard at Bergestgaden.
I'll leave it to the reader to determine the credibilty of the evidence
presented in Koehler's,"Inside The Gestapo".
Inside The Gestapo
Hitler's Shadow Over the World
By HANSJURGEN KOEHLER
(1941)
[An excerpt from the chapter entitled: "The Fatal File"…]
…By stubborn and tenacious work he [ von Papen ] slowly organized his agents
at the police, the law courts, the different state institutions, and even in the
Chancellery. He had someone everywhere on whom he could count, " just in
case …"
This was the moment when Germany changed her policy towards Austria. The ground
was well enough prepared to start a decisive action on a large scale. And
then-suddenly it seemed as if everything was lost….
That was the reason why von Papen returned to Germany and had a long conference
with Himmler and Heydrich.
It was almost a catastrophe.
What had happened?
Heydrich only gave the answer to this question when I was left alone with him in
the privacy of his office. "This Jesuit Schuschnigg," he said,
"wants to-blackmail the Fuehrer. I really wouldn't have thought that he had
it in him…He has a file containing data against Adolf Hitler and now he
threatens to publish it in a ' White Book.' "
" Well, what are the contents of this file? "
Heydrich shrugged.
" This impudent Schuschnigg is so sure of his position, so sure of the data
contained in the File that he sent a copy through Mussolini to Hitler himself.
Your task will be-and that's why I sent for you-to get the original documents of
the file … at any cost."
" But…"
" There is no but. This file has cost three lives up to now. It doesn't
matter if it costs a dozen more… we have to get it."
He took a blue file from his desk and gave me the copy of the tragic Schuschnigg
documents.
" Sit down here in my room and go through it," he told me. "
These copies are all typewritten, which seems to prove that they have not been
photographed. This is our only hope, because otherwise not only the originals
but the negatives, would have to be destroyed."
I sat down and began to read. I want to emphasize here and now that I have never
seen the originals of these documents. They may have been forgeries. I have no
proof that they were genuine. But they certainly caused such a havoc as no file
in the world has ever caused before.
Heydrich had prepared three groups. The first was headed:
Documents collected by General Schleicher
General Schleicher, who was the last Chancellor of pre-Nazi Germany, and who had
so tenaciously withstood Hitler's demands, wanted to prevent the Fuehrer's
coming to power. At the last moment when the Nazis had "become the
strongest political party in Germany, he tried to make Gregor Strasser
Chancellor in Hitler's place. During his own chancellorship he began to collect
the documents against Hitler.
His file dealt mostly with Hitler's war service.
Adolf Hitler was an Austrian subject. On the 3 rd August, 1914, he sent a
petition to Louis III, King of Bavaria, asking permission to serve in the Munich
16th Regiment, as he was living at Munich and did not want to go to Linz for
mobilization. The different propaganda books of Nazism have always maintained
that Hitler had spent the four years of the war in the front-line trenches, and
fought in such a heroic way that he had earned the First Class Iron Cross.
But the investigations conducted by Schleicher purported to have ascertained the
following facts:
Hitler never served in a trench or in the front line. After he had been attached
to the 16th Munich Regiment (called the Lister Regiment after its commanding
officer) he was trained and sent with his troop to the Western Front. There he
was attached to the Regimental Staff, where he served as a runner.
Naturally the Regimental Staff was never in the front line; according to the lie
of the land it took up a position at a distance of 4-5 or 10-15 kilometres from
the trenches. Here they constantly needed a few efficient and trusted men. These
runners had two kinds of service. First they had to care for the comfort of the
officers and to do all the dull office work; second-and this was the most
dangerous, but also the most coveted work,-they had to remit orders to the
different company commanders. The runners liked this work best, because such
errands sometimes took them to the hinterland or the neighbouring regiments. Of
course, sometimes such work could become very dangerous if the runners had to
pass through ground shelled by the enemy taking the orders to the front
lines.
"There is no doubt," the report continued, "that such service can
well be construed as front line service. But contrary to the romantic legends
that Hitler had fought in the trenches, it has been ascertained that he never
spent a day there."
The Schleicher documents also dealt with Hitler's rank of corporal. Whoever knew
what a terrible scarcity of N.C. officers there was in the German Army about the
end of the war, must find it highly mysterious that Hitler, being a good and
efficient soldier, was still a corporal after four years.
There was only one answer. If he had been promoted to a sergeant he could not
have remained a runner. The Regiment Staff had a strictly limited strength; all
supernumerary men, especially N.C.O.'s and officers, had to be sent at once to
the front line.
Now either his superiors liked Hitler so much that they did not want to promote
and thereby lose him; or it was Hitler himself who avoided promotion to keep his
comparatively safe berth.
The file included the results of the investigation which Schleicher had ordered
to ascertain how Hitler received the Iron Cross, first class. About the end of
the war it was comparatively easy to get the second class Iron Cross if a
soldier served at the front and was honest. If Hitler had got that, nobody would
have been surprised. But he owns the first class Iron Cross. ...
This could be given only by the Kaiser, or the High Command of the Army, to whom
the Kaiser relegated his prerogative during the war. Even officers received it
only for outstanding achievements, great personal bravery, and if a corporal
became the proud owner of it he must have done something quite extraordinary and
be a hero of the first rank. Immediately after the war the history of the Lister
Regiment was published. It enumerated all the outstanding deeds of privates and
non-commissioned officers and recounted the heroic deeds of all the officers.
But there was no mention of Hitler's name in this imposing book.
Now all the Nazi propaganda pamphlets and books told the story in great detail
of how Hitler was awarded the Iron Cross, first class, because single-handed,
with only a revolver in his hand, he captured twelve French soldiers with their
machine-gun. But why this reticence of the official history of the Lister
Regiment about such a wonderful exploit when much less worthy deeds were
described at considerable length?
Careful investigation-during which all the comrades of Hitler were
questioned-elucidated the fact that Hitler had received this high German
decoration not during, but after the war. It was Field-Marshal Ludendorff, whose
connections with the Fuehrer were well known, who awarded the Iron Cross, first
class, to the Fuehrer, some time after the war.
These were the contents of the Schleicher file. Hitler and his staff knew very
well that the General was collecting these documents against him. A great many
attempts were made to rob Schleicher of them. When, a year after his coming to
power, on the 30th June, 1934, the time came to "eliminate" the
enemies of the Nazi regime, Schleicher and his wife were among the victims. This
file was not the least reason for Schleicher death-but afterwards when the
Gestapo went carefully through his papers, they discovered to their dismay that
the original documents were no longer in his possession. He had sent them to
Dolfuss, Chancellor of Austria….
Documents collected by Dolfuss
The second bundle in the blue file contained the documents collected by Dolfuss.
The small-statured but big-hearted Austrian Chancellor must have known that by
such a personal file he might be able to check Hitler. The great number of the
documents showed what care and energy he spent on gathering them together.
When Dolfuss became Chancellor of Austria, Hitler had been the cynosure of the
world's interest for a considerable time, yet strangely enough little was known
about him. Nobody could explain how he came to bear the name Hitler, as his
father had been called Schueckelgruber. Nobody knew how many brothers or sisters
he had….the greatest mystery enveloped the Fuehrer's private life, family
relations, origin.
Chancellor Dolfuss, after receiving the documents collected by Schleicher,
started to investigate Hitler's secret. His task was not very difficult; as
ruler of Austria he could easily find out about the personal data and family of
Adolf Hitler, who had been born on Austrian soil.
Through the original birth-certificates, police registration cards, protocols,
etc., all contained in the original file, the Austrian Chancellor succeeded in
piecing together the disjointed parts of the puzzle, creating a more or less
logical entity.
And there was one thing-whether true or not-which might have been a dangerous
weapon in Dolfuss' hands.
This was what he had ascertained:
A little servant maid from Upper Austria called Matild Schueckelgruber came to
Vienna and became a domestic servant, mostly working for rather rich families.
But she was unlucky; having been seduced, she was about to bear a child. She
went home to her village for her confinement. Her little son, being
illegitimate, received his mother's name and was called Alois Schueckelgruber.
(In some documents, Schickelgruber).
In spite of his origin he grew up to be an honest, kindly man entering the civil
service and becoming a minor clerk in a tax office. He married very early; his
first wife was Anna Glaser-Hoyer. Their only child, Ida Schueckelgruber, died in
infancy; Alois Schueckelgruber buried her at the side of his first wife in the
graveyard of Braunau.
His second wife was Franciska Malzsalberger. Their union was blessed with one
son who bore his father's name. He became a waiter, emigrated to England and
there married Brigid Dowling, daughter of an Irish cobbler. Later he divorced
her and returned to Berlin, where he opened a restaurant. He also adopted the
Hitler name when his father changed his own name. The second child, born of
Alois Schueckelgruber senior's second marriage was called Angela ; she married a
Viennese named Raupal.
Alois Schueckelgruber was rather unlucky with his wives. Franciska also died;
the honest clerk was not very young when he met his third wife, Clara Poltzl.
Clara's father was a well-to-do farmer. He did not want his only daughter who
was quite a heiress to marry a middle-aged man, but Clara insisted stubbornly.
Alois was still a handsome man, and he had such a nice uniform. At last rich
Poltzl relented; but when his future son-in-law showed him his birth
certificate, he was rather horrified to see that Alois was illegitimate. The
certificate said that the father's name was unknown, his mother was Matild
Schueckelgruber. After that Poltzl demanded that Alois should give up his "
shameful name " and take a new one.
And Alois Schueckelgruber wrote a petition himself (this was also contained in
Dolfuss' file) asking the " hochwohlgeoren " Ministry to permit him to
change his name. Instead of " Schueckelgruber " he would like to
become " Hitler." But why Hitler?
This was a totally unusual name among Upper Austrian peasants. It was no more
familiar in Galicia where several Jewish families called Hitler were living. How
did the honest Alois hit on this rather Jewish name?
Schueckelgruber himself gave the answer in his petition when he mentioned that
the maiden name of his mother-in-law was Johanna Hitler, and he chose it at the
request of his father-in-law.
The Ministry granted the petition of the well-deserving minor clerk in the tax
office. His original name was a rather funny one in Austria, hardly fitting a
" civil servant."
After the legal formalities had been complied with, Alois Hitler married Clara
Poltzl, She bore him three children: Gustav, Adolf, and Paula. All three of them
bore the name Hitler.
Gustav died young and was buried in the Linz public cemetery. The second boy
became the " Fuehrer," while Paula had been living in Vienna for a
long time before she joined her brother in Berchtesgaden.
Now followed the most important and perhaps most compromising piece of the
Dolfuss " collection." I must repeat that I have no proof of its
genuineness. It may have been manufactured as a fitting weapon against the Nazi
chief, who was not squeamish about his own weapons. Certainly it was rather
shattering in all its consequences.
This document aimed at clearing up the great life tragedy of a small Upper
Austrian maid-after more than sixty years. Matild Schueckelgruber, grandmother
of Adolf Hitler, had come to Vienna to get a job. And there something happened
to her which was a common thing in the great capital, and yet a private
catastrophe; she was bearing a child under her heart; she had to go home to her
village and face the disgrace.
Where was the little maid serving in Vienna? This was not a very difficult
problem. Very early Vienna had instituted the system of compulsory police
registration. Both the servants and the employers were exposed to heavy fines if
they neglected this duty. Chancellor Dolfuss managed to discover the
registration card. The little, innocent maid had been a servant at
the…Rothschild Mansion…and Hitler's unknown grandfather must be probably
looked for in this magnificent house.
The Dolfuss file stopped at this statement. But in the margin of the protocol
there was a note in the Chancellor's characteristic handwriting:
" These data ought to cheer the writers of history who may want to publish
some time in the future the true life story of Hitler. Here is the psychological
explanation of Hitler's fanatical hate of the Jews. Hitler, born in peaceful
Upper Austria where there was hardly any anti-semitism, was filled already in
his childhood with a burning hatred of the Jews. Why? This may be the
answer…."
And now I was reading the third bunch of documents in the file, the data
collected by Schuschnigg. He had continued the work started by Schleicher and
Dolfuss. He knew very well that this file had an immense importance for Hitler.
Hadn't it already cost the life of two eminent politicians? And Schuschnigg
wanted to continue his investigations in the most dangerous directions.
His collection was in two parts.
The first consisted of documents trying to elucidate the origin of Johanna
Hitler, the Fuehrer's grandmother, and the facts of when and how the Hitlers
came to Upper Austria.
The second part contained documents referring to the mysterious suicide of
Hitler's niece, Greta Raupal. Schuschnigg had succeeded in finding out more
about this tragic affair than anyone else, although even he could not discover
all the motives and details.
These were the main contents of the blue file which I read in Heydrich's room. I
must confess that I was rather shocked when I closed it. This file had killed
men and now I had read it. What would be my fate-after being initiated into all
these uncomfortable secrets?
Only four living persons knew its contents-Schuschnigg, Mussolini, Heydrich, and
myself.
Who would be the first to suffer for this dangerous knowledge?
For the time being I " only " had the seemingly impossible task of
robbing Schuschnigg of the original documents.
Twenty-four hours later a Berlin stamp merchant, Karl Krause, took a room in the
Viennese Hotel Metropole. It was a very modest room. Karl Krause-your humble
servant-had arrived with a regular passport in the Austrian capital; he had a
bona fide Austrian visa; he was an honest stamp merchant standing above all
suspicion. Should they search his hotel room during his absence they would find
nothing incriminating; just a man interested in stamps who intended to spend a
few weeks on business in Vienna.
I met von Papen at the German embassy. He explained the situation frankly. Up to
the time he had succeeded in getting two members of Schuschnigg's closest
entourage into his services. One of them was the Baron Froehlichstal of whom it
was common knowledge that he was not only Schuschnigg's friend, but his
intimate, personal secretary and alter ego.
The Chancellor did not make a single step without him; he could not bear the
absence of the well-dressed, suave, gay young man for a single day. They had
become friends during their student days. Schuschnigg had been educated at the
famous Stella Matutina College of Feldkirch; when he became Chancellor he
recruited his closest collaborators from the former pupils of this ancient
institution. Baron Froehlichstal was known everywhere as the most devoted
soldier of the Austrian ideology who proudly wore the red-white-red emblem of
the Vaterlaendische Front; he was known as a man ready to die for the ideals of
Dolfuss, the great thought of an independent Austria and who enjoyed the fullest
confidence of the Chancellor. When von Papen told me that he had " won
over" this man to our side, I could hardly restrain my admiration for his
diplomatic talents.
The other man was none other than Guido Schmidt, the young diplomat, also a
former pupil of the Stella Matutina. He was the son of a very rich family. While
in the case of Baron Froehlichstal I could not imagine what had made him change
his loyalty, I realized what good reasons Guido Schmidt had for such a step. The
family estates and factories of the Schmidts were all situated in the Sudeten
German territories of Czechoslovakia. Germany was already preparing her drive
and Guido Schmidt wanted to be sure that his patrimony would be safe in case of
a German annexation.
The situation was rather difficult at the moment. Both Guido Schmidt and Baron
Froehlichstal informed von Papen that Schuschnigg kept the fatal file in his own
flat. My task was to find out the best way to open the small safe in the
Chancellor's study and to steal the famous documents. All this had to happen
without attracting attention.
But for the time being our plans were foiled before we began. It was Mrs.
Schuschnigg who proved the obstacle with an almost miraculous intuition. Once
one of my men succeeded in getting into the Chancellor's study disguised as a
telephone mechanic, but Mrs. Schuschnigg would not leave the room for a moment
till he had finished his "work."
At the same time Froehlichstal and Schmidt brought disquieting news to von
Papen.
" Something's wrong," both of them said. "Schuschnigg trusts us,
but he's sensing some danger. Up to now he has written even his most
confidential letters in the Chancellery and conducted his most secret
discussions there; but of late he has taken his important papers home and either
he writes his letters himself or dictates them to his wife. His private
conferences are at his flat, the only witness his wife. The same applies to the
confidential telephone conversations he has with Paris, London,
Rome…"
The counter-measures we took against Schuschnigg's new tactics proved only
partially successful. I succeeded in organizing a "watcher's group" in
the Viennese telephone exchange, but its efficiency was not continuous. Only
when our people were on duty could we control the telephone talks; the same
applied in the General Post Office. Sometimes we managed to get one of
Schuschnigg's personal letters for an hour, to copy it before sending it on-but
this was not enough. Nor did we succeed in placing a microphone into
Schuschnigg's study or in tapping his telephone line.
Our progress was extremely slow and I was afraid of losing Heydrich's confidence
and favour. I returned to Berlin to report to him and he gave me advice-almost
classic in its simplicity.
" If a man doesn't succeed, use a woman. Why didn't you try it? You must
find someone who can win Schuschnigg's confidence-or his wife's."
The idea was brilliant. It conformed to the best standard of spy stories. The
beautiful blonde spy who spins her silken net around her victim, ferreting out
all his secrets. ...Yes, the idea was brilliant, but there was no way to realize
it. We could have easily found a lady-but Schuschnigg was the type of man who
was completely unassailable even by the charms of the loveliest woman on earth.
A strong believer, a deeply religious Catholic, an intimate friend of Prelate
Seipel, he lived almost a monkish life; he was a recluse who seldom went to
parties, did not drink….he was almost a priest himself.
And greatest of all our trouble; he was in love with his wife…deeply in love.
She was the only being with whom he discussed everything, to whom he dictated
his confidential letters. Sometimes when he talked to Rome or Paris, his wife
went along to the telephone exchange and watched the operator to ensure absolute
secrecy.
As for Mrs. Schuschnigg-she lived almost exactly like her husband. She was
suspicious, reserved; it would be very difficult for the most cunning woman to
gain her confidence.
And yet I had already found the woman who was destined to seal Schuschnigg's
fate. She was the ideal choice for the difficult part. Countess Vera von
Fugger….
This lovely woman in the early thirties had almost been born into high politics.
Her uncle was the famous Count Czernin, the last Foreign Secretary of the
Emperor Francis Joseph. Before the war he was considered as one of the chief
actors in European politics. Countess Vera was educated in the atmosphere of
high diplomacy-but after the war the famous family became very poor indeed. Only
the illustrious name and the high rank were left. The Czernins had trusted the
Monarchy too much--they forgot to send their money to neutral states.
Czechoslovakia confiscated all their estates. It was the duty of the lovely Vera
to re-gild the somewhat faded glory of the Czernins. And so she married Count
Leopold Fugger von Babenhausen.
The Count was also the scion of an ancient family. His people were very rich,
but Vera's husband would only become so after his mother's death, and the old
lady kept a tight hold on the purse-strings. Nora von Fugger, the mother, gave
him an allowance on which he could barely subsist-if he wanted to live according
to his rank.. His mother did not like Vera very much; she would have preferred a
better match and rather despised the poverty-stricken Czernins.
So after all this marriage was not a success. Vera did not attain the goal she
had set herself. She was thirty-two… and old Countess Nora clung so
tenaciously to life that she seemed likely to hold on for another thirty years.
Would she have to live in poverty for all that time? Countess Vera had other
plans-one day she simply left Countess Fugger. When a woman is thirty-two she
cannot afford to wait if she wants to realize her dreams. ...
But what could a divorced lady do if she had no money? The war had ended;
standards had changed and work was no disgrace for ladies of the aristocracy.
The name of Czernin sounded well enough to get a job for Countess Vera with the
Phrњnix Insurance Company where she became a department leader. No work was
expected of her; she simply " loaned out " the Czernin name so that
the salesmen could do better business in the circles of landowners and
monarchists.
I could pride myself on my choice.
Vera Fugger-Czernin was ideal from every point of view. Excellent family,
wonderful manners, great beauty, widespread connections. She had a cunning,
refined brain-and, as for the most important part, the whole family was very
poor and so she would be willing to play the part which we set her.
Still Schuschnigg was unapproachable. Von Papen gave a big party at the embassy
and presented the two to each other. But they exchanged only a few, commonplace
words. Nothing more….
"A very difficult task…" said Vera. "This man's defenses are
too strong."
" Yes, even she may fail," said von Papen.
But fate came to our aid.
Next day startled Vera read the tragic news of Schuschnigg's motor accident.
Mrs. Schuschnigg, his devoted wife and faithful helpmate, was killed….
I know perfectly well that to this very day many people attribute this stupid
and inexplicable accident to the Gestapo. But although I know that apart from
Himmler and Heydrich nobody could tell what the Gestapo had done, I must
maintain that in this case it was pure accident which cost Mrs. Schuschnigg's
life. The Gestapo had nothing to do with it.
On July 13th Schuschnigg lost his wife. While the whole of Austria sympathized
with him in his bereavement; while von Papen visited him officially to offer the
condolences of the Third Reich-we knew that we had made a great step
forward…
That hidden safe and the fatal file would be ours as soon as the Chancellor,
suffering from a heavy spiritual depression, left his flat for the first time.
His study would remain unguarded-and we could get the documents at last.
For long days Schuschnigg dio not leave his rooms. When, at last, he returned to
the Chancellery, we were startled to find out that he had cautiously removed the
file himself and taken it along-not to the Chancellery, but to the Vienna branch
of an important American bank.
Short of burgling the vaults of the bank and killing a great many people we
could not get hold of the coveted documents.
Twenty-four hours later I left Vienna, disappointed in my hopes. There was
nothing I could do and Heydrich had new work awaiting me.
It looked as if all our work had failed.
But three months later I was again in Vienna. And now I could see with
satisfaction that we were again making progress.
Von Papen had again ,worked brilliantly.
After Mrs. Schuschnigg's death the road was more or less open for Countess Vera;
now she had been able to get into Schuschnigg's confidence.
During my second visit I met von Papen only for a short time. I gave him
Heydrich's message; Countess Vera was not to forget for a moment the fatal file;
she had to find some pretext and persuade Schuschnigg to remove it from the safe
of the American bank.
Her relation to the Chancellor was close enough by this time to make such a
request possible…she could even find some plausible reason for it. Her task
had been not so difficult after all. Even a woman of less brains and beauty
could have tackled it.
The Chancellor was a lonely man, almost broken by the blows of fate; he was
living helplessly, unhappily in a large town; he still guarded the memory of his
wife and took care of his ailing little son…
It was child's play for a skillful woman to spin a net for him. And Vera solved
her problem in less than four weeks.
She visited the Chancellor ostensibly on behalf of the League of Austrian
Catholic Women and expressed the deep sympathy of her whole sex. Next day she
had a discussion with Schuschnigg representing a committee of distinguished
ladies who wanted to take care of the orphaned little boy. ...A new orphanage
had been built by the League of Austrian Catholic Women-they wanted to call it
after Mrs. Schuschnigg who had died so tragically and, of course, needed the
consent of the Chancellor…The home for crippled children wanted to invite the
little Schuschnigg boy to a party. The Chancellor was very busy-and Countess
Vera, who had brought the invitation, took the small boy in her own car…
She was inexhaustible in producing new and new ideas. Old General Schuschnigg
felt very flattered when the beautiful Countess Vera Czernin visited him in his
villa at the shores of Lake Garda and asked him to accept the presidency of a
new patriotic association. The retired father of the Chancellor was happy that
he had not been wholly forgotten; a warm and pleasant friendship was born
between him and the young Countess. After a few weeks she was a familiar guest
at the villa…and when the Chancellor visited his father, he found Countess
Vera there in the company of his brother, Walter Schuschnigg, manager of the
Radio Ravag. The lovely young woman almost belonged to the family; the old
general addressed her as his daughter, little Kurt had come to love her
dearly….
It was fine and highly skilful work….Countess Vera had reason to be proud. She
had certainly earned her reward her "act" would become a classic
example.
Vienna began to take notice. There was no doubt about it ; a fine and gentle
romance was being born at the Belvedere. The jovial Viennese were not at all
shocked by the behaviour of their popular Chancellor. They had shared his misery
and now when he seemed to find new interest in life, they did not grudge him his
happiness. They thought that with the lovely, gay Countess Vera at his side he
would be better able to carry on the fight for an independent Austria.
And the later news coming from the Belvedere seemed to confirm the idea….this
lonely man, who had nobody to support and befriend him, had found the great
romance of his life. He hardly made a secret of his feelings.
The Chancellor and Countess Vera spent three weeks together in St. Gilgen….It
was only for appearance' sake that she kept her flat on the Graben; she spent
most of her time in the Belvedere. Schuschnigg bought her a beautiful villa near
Vienna where they stayed over the week-ends.
And Vienna slowly got used to the idea; after the year of mourning Schuschnigg
would marry the beautiful Countess. After all there could be no difficulty.
Schuschnigg was a widower, the Countess legally divorced. Of course, the Church
did not acknowledge such a divorce-but the Pope was free to give his consent in
exceptional cases.
Would Schuschnigg, the Roman Catholic Chancellor, create such an example? Yes,
he would. He started the necessary proceedings. The Archbishop of Vienna was the
first forum; he sent it on to the Primate of Salzburg and then the petition went
on to Rome. No doubt, the Holy See will understand….
An idyllic time followed-the finest months in Schuschnigg's tragic life. There
was no cloud on Austria's sky. Quiet and order within the frontiers. Since von
Papen had become ambassador, Germany had behaved herself. He reassured Austria
again and again that Germany did not want the Anschluss ; she only wanted to
live in peace with her Austrian kinfolk.
Guido Schmidt, the Foreign Secretary, gave optimistic interviews to the Press.
There was no danger; Austria's independence had been guaranteed-not by the
Western Powers, but by Mussolini. Mussolini had already shown Hitler that ten
millions of Italian soldiers would occupy the Brenner if the German Fuehrer
dared to attack Austria.
Schuschnigg seemed to have changed. Those who met him during these months
noticed the change. His face became brighter, he could laugh again, he had new
plans and ideas...the horizon seemed to have opened to him, showing far and fine
vistas.
He was only in his late thirties and on the pinnacle of his career. Did the
thin, bespectacled law-student who was taken a prisoner by the Italians during
the War ever dream that twenty years later he. would become the dictator of
Austria? Austrian school-children were already learning his life-story. It was a
brilliant career. When he returned from the Italian prison-camp, most of his
fellow-students were idling helplessly, trying to find some place in the new
life. He had already finished his studies in law; a few years later he became an
M.P.-and the favourite of Prelate Seipel. It was Seipel who raised him from the
rank and file; and when he lay dying he nominated Schuschnigg as his
successor.
He was hardly thirty when he became Minister of Justice in the Buresch cabinet.
When Dolfuss was killed, he was a member of the triumvirate guiding Austria's
destiny. He seemed to be the weakest, the softest of the three-everybody thought
so and the newspapers voiced the same opinion. But a short time afterwards this
weak man was holding the helm of the ship of state alone. Who could doubt that
Schuschnigg was Austria's real ruler?
During these happy months he went about his work with an easy heart. Everything
seemed to be quiet and settled.
A happy and contented man is always less suspicious-less cautious-than one
oppressed by grief. That was the only explanation why the Chancellor did not
notice the things going on around him.
Von Papen had continued his tremendous work. A few months passed and there was
hardly a man in Schuschnigg's closest circle who was not in Papen's pay. There
was no magic about it; such things could be organized quite simply with some
money and more tact. Schuschnigg had no conference, did not write a letter about
which Germany would not have known. Appointments of civil servants were subject
to von Papen's secret approval. If Schuschnigg chose someone, either his
secretary, Baron Froehlichstal, or Countess Vera or Guido Schmidt notified von
Papen; and the German ambassador always found ways and means to win the
candidate for his purposes. If he did not knuckle under, the Countess could
easily prevent his appointment.
"This man visited von Papen yesterday," she would say.
" He is an agent of the Nazis…you cannot give him the position."
This was all. Schuschnigg smiled gratefully; he thought he had found a wonderful
collaborator in the lovely Countess.
Now the problem of the fatal file became important again.
"The documents have been taken back to Schuschnigg's flat….I hope your
trip will have better results now." Heydrich told me when he again gave me
the task of procuring the compromising documents.
The next day Karl Krause, a Berlin stamp merchant, arrived again at the Hotel
Metropole and started to live the quiet, busy life of an honest business-man.
Twenty-four hours later the microphone was rigged up in Schuschnigg's study
which we could never install in there during the life of his wife. We had tapped
his telephone wire; it was only the question of days or even hours before the
plot which We had prepared so carefully and systematically would finally
succeed.
But even now something went wrong.
The first sign of trouble was when the microphone in Schuschnigg's room became
suddenly silent. Someone had taken it away and we knew very well that it was not
Schuschnigg himself.
This had happened at the moment when the Chancellor announced that he was going
to marry the Countess Vera Fugger.
We knew perfectly well that this must not happen. If Countess Vera and the
Chancellor became man and wife we would not only lose our best agent but no
doubt she would unmask the whole plot. We had to prevent that-at all costs.
Von Papen had enough dummies in high positions to make the necessary moves.
Schuschnigg suddenly noticed that everybody was against his marriage. Mayor
Schmeitz-a loyal follower of the Chancellor-voiced it first.
"This marriage cannot take place. There are a million unhappy matches in
Vienna and husbands and wives all bear their crosses. All these people will say;
if Schuschnigg can do it, why can't we do it, too? Schuschnigg must not marry a
divorced woman…at least as long as he is Chancellor…"
The intelligent Vera soon discovered that this counter-campaign had been started
at the German embassy.
I was in Papen's room when Countess Fugger was announced. So I became the
witness of the most dramatic encounter I ever saw during my rather chequered
career.
Vera Fugger had to experience the same thing as was experienced by a thousand
different secret agents if they revolted against their employers. I had to
formulate her death warrant.
"Countess, I am deeply sorry, but if you refuse to cooperate, I shall be
forced to present the Chancellor with the proof of your past
activity…."
It was a painful scene; the most distressing I ever lived through.
But von Papen the diplomat spoke a different language.
He offered a seat to the Countess and tried to reassure her.
" You must understand, Countess," he said. "Don't you love the
Chancellor? You do, don't you? Well, then you must know that you can't become
his wife as long as he holds this office. Our aims are identical. Go on helping
us and you'll see; in a few weeks Schuschnigg will become a private individual
and there won't be any obstacle to your marrying him….Or do you want him to
share the fate of Dolfuss ? " he added significantly.
The unhappy woman raised her eyes, deeply startled. But the ambassador continued
mercilessly:
"You're a clever woman and know as much about the situation as we do.
Schuschnigg may still resist-signing his own death-warrant by his obstinacy. You
love him-I understand your feelings, but you must make sacrifices for this
love…all of us have the same goal. Schuschnigg must leave his place and in
that moment both of us have attained our aims." .
Three days later the famous meeting at Berchtesgaden took place.
Historians and publicists describing the tragedy of Austria mostly maintain that
the catastrophe was caused by Schuschnigg's acceptance of Hitler's invitation.
The Fuehrer received him, their version ran, as a real dictator, he showed him
brutally the mobilization plan of the German troops and then presented him with
his ultimatum.
The truth-at least according to my knowledge-was quite different.
The fate of ancient Austria was in a woman's hand.
After many delays Schuschnigg decided to go to the fatal meeting, accompanied by
Guido Schmidt and von Papen.
He went calmly and composedly because he knew that he could balance Hitler's
exaggerated demands.
Schuschnigg knew that Hitler had realized what a fatal weapon that file could
be. Should Schuschnigg publish the documents in a "White Book " he
would deal Hitler a mortal blow. Even if he did not succeed in bringing him to
fall (it was hardly probable that such a book could be smuggled in a large
number of copies into Germany) any Nazi movement abroad would be discredited in
the moment when the Fuehrer was shown in the merciless limelight of cold
facts…not at all complimentary to him.
Schuschnigg had no other aims beyond that. After the White Book had been
published there would hardly be a substantial group of Austrians belonging to
the underground Nazi movement.
This file, this thick bundle of documents, all original, was in Schuschnigg's
study between the steel walls of his safe.
And it was guarded by Countess Vera Fugger.
Himmler and Heydrich were both at Berchtesgaden and in constant touch with the
Viennese events. Heydrich's instructions were outspoken, decisive, and strict. I
myself had to open the safe, take the file and prevent even Countess Vera from
looking into it.
Early in the morning of the momentous day a member of the Special Service had
arrived from Berlin who was an artist in burglary and could open almost any safe
within a few minutes-and without leaving any traces.
I confess that I felt a strange excitement when I arrived with this man at
Schuschnigg's flat.
His valet led us into the drawing-room. A little later the Countess Vera
appeared, behaving as if she already were the mistress of the house. She greeted
us pleasantly; but there was some strange expression on her lovely face which I
could not at first fathom.
I was burning with impatience to fulfill my duty and said rather rudely when she
sent the servant for some refreshments:
" For God's sake, Countess, we haven't got any time for polite small talk.
Everything has been prepared for the transfer of the documents."
She seemed to be surprised.
" The file? Don't you know that von Papen has made other
arrangements?"
I felt my hands growing cold; there was a clammy feeling around my heart. For
heaven's sake, what had happened-just now when I believed that everything would
be all right?
Countess Vera seemed to be rather startled at my lack of information.
" Baron von Kettler, von Papen's secretary, was here some time ago. I gave
him the file and as far as I know he has left Vienna already. Von Papen thought
that the documents would be in a much safer place in his secretary's courier's
bag which won't be opened at the frontier, than in your hands. Even if you had
perfectly organized the smuggling of the fi
le into Germany, you might be exposed to the danger of an over-zealous customs
officer."
I thought she had some particularly deep game of her own.
" I ...I don't believe you," I stammered. " How could you open
the safe?"
She smiled and showed me a key.
" Here it is. ..the Chancellor gave me the key. The poor man told me that
if there should be any danger I should take them away to a safe
hiding-place."
In order to convince us she led the way to Schuschnigg's study, opened the safe
and showed us the empty inner drawer.
What could we do ?
I had to get in touch with Heydrich…at once. The whole story was extremely
suspicious…von Papen must have prepared some devilish intrigue. Perhaps his
secretary had already left the country and now, instead of Schuschnigg, Papen
would be able to threaten and blackmail Hitler….
I rushed to the German embassy to ring up Heydrich. He was furious and almost
roared in his despair. But he still had enough presence of mind to give me the
instructions: I had to find out which route von Kettler had taken.
We knew that he was travelling by car and I knew its number. But I did not want
to alarm the Austrian authorities. What if von Kettler was really going to
Berchtesgaden? Our organization was not strong enough to have an agent in every
town on the Vienna-Berchtesgaden route, whom I could have instructed to watch
out for von Kettler's car. We were more or less helpless.
Hours went on in nerve-racking waiting.
The same tension reigned during the famous meeting at Berchtesgaden, described
so often by different minor actors in the drama. Heydrich told me himself it was
not true that Hitler treated Schuschnigg rudely and brusquely. But the Fuehrer
seemed to be very nervous. He asked Himmler every thirty minutes whether there
was any news about the file.
Schuschnigg, of course, had no idea what was going on behind his back. He
behaved in a rather superior manner. He knew that he had a weapon in his hand
which he could use to the fullest advantage if Hitler should prove
difficult.
The forenoon passed and lunch was served.
In the afternoon Hitler broke off the conference; he refused to continue the
discussion till the fatal file should have arrived.
We had figured out in the meantime that von Kettler-in case he was trying to
reach Berchtesgaden at all-had to pass the frontier about half-past eight in the
evening.
But it was nine o'clock and he had still not crossed the border.
There was deep consternation both at the Viennese embassy and in the mountain
chalet of the Fuehrer.
Another hour passed.
Still no news of von Kettler.
Another difficult, tense, painful thirty minutes went by.
And at last, after thirty more minutes the news came:
Kettler's car had reached the frontier and….
The fate of Austria was sealed!
About 11 p.m., when Hitler knew that we were in the possession of the accursed
documents, the discussions could begin again. But they soon took a tragic
turn.
"…and if you do not fulfill my conditions, German troops will occupy
Austria," Hitler ended.
And now tragi-comedy followed.
Schuschnigg replied….alluded cautiously to the publication of a " White
Book," which would…
"Consist of empty pages," the Fuehrer interrupted him ruthlessly. He
walked to a cupboard in the wall, opened it …and Schuschnigg paled. He
recognized the file which he thought safely in his own study….
" What happened?" he asked himself, losing all his poise and
assurance.
At the moment when Hitler received the file, my mission had ended. I had
succeeded and Karl Krause, the Berlin stamp merchant, could return to his
home-or rather to the desk in the Gestapo building.
In Austria, history marched on with gigantic strides. On a memorable day
Heydrich gave the command with a beaming face:
by Clifford Shack
History of the House of Rothschild (They are TERRIBLE! PLEASE READ)
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