BERLI N, Sunday, March 3, 1940.
 
          Immediately after the termination of my interview with Rudolf Hess, I was accompanied  
 
by Dr. Schmidt, the official interpreter, to the home of Field Marshal Goering, know as Karinhall, 
 
which lies about an hour and a half's motoring distance from Berlin.
 
          The Field Marshal's home has been built in the middle of a national game reserve. After 
 
reaching the entrance of the reserve, one drives some ten miles through a thin forest of oine and 
 
scattered birch to the Marshal's house, which has been built around a log cabin which he used in 
 
earlier years on hunting trips. The building which he has constructed is already immense, and he is 
 
now adding a new portion which will make the entire building, when completed, about the size
 
of the new National Art Gallery in Washington. We arrived at the house in a driving snow at 
 
twelve o'clock. The Field Marshal, who had just returned to Berlin from a week's visit
 
to the Western Front, received me immediately. At my request, and by the expressed desire of the 
 
Marshal himself, there was no one present except Dr. Schmidt and the American Charge
 
d' Affaires.
 
          Goering looks exactly like his photograohs. His thighs and arms are tremendous, and his 
 
girth is tremendous. His face gave the impression of being heavily rouged but, since at the end of 
 
our three-hour conversation the color had worn off, the effect was probably due to some form of 
 
facial massage which he had received prior to seeing me.
 
          He wore a white tunic, on which were plastered various emblems and insignias in
 
brilliants, and over the Iron Cross, which hung from his neck, dangled a monocle on a black cord.
 
His hands are shaped like the digging-paws of a badger.  On his