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A month later, when we read the actual transcript, we saw for the first time—it was now Dr. Schaller and I—that Liebetreu had concealed a profound malice in his heart, and had held out for the stiffest possible sentence against me during the jury discussion. the British embassy had insisted from the outset that I should get a cell to myself, which might be called solitary confinement, I suppose; but it suited me. The cell’s living space was six feet wide and ten feet long, with a WC in the wet room and a two-tier cot; the cot had an inch-thick foam mattress on wooden boards.
As I stepped out of the interview room I was accosted by another lawyer, Dr. Elmar Kresbach, a banged up forty-six year old Viennese society-lawyer. He had thick, long, wavy hair, a lean face and an engaging manner, with a Viennese dialect which I often found very difficult to understand. Luring me into another interview room, he persuaded me within ten minutes that Schaller was the wrong choice: he would be vilified as a right-winger, it could only damage me in Court: the “Nazi historian with the Nazi attorney”, was how he charmingly put it.
No traffic noises, birdsong, planes, or sirens penetrated its walls. After a few months it was easy to believe we were nowhere near Vienna, just as it is hard to accept that the museums and Harrods are up above, as your underground train passes through South Kensington and Knightsbridge stations. A few days later I was escorted before the custodial judge, a Dr. Peter Seda. He had a falsetto voice of such a high pitch that the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung made fun of it in its opening words of a report on my arrest.