‘As I looked out of the car window,’ Halifax recorded in his diary, ‘I saw … a pair of black trousered legs, finishing up in silk socks and pumps. I assumed this was a footman who had come down to help me out of the car … when I heard a hoarse whisper in my ear of “Der Führer, Der Führer”; and then it dawned upon me that the legs were not the legs of a footman, but of Hitler.’
