My dear—To begin with the ending: at about three o'clock the sentence was read out: Moltke, death and deprivation of estate; Father Delp, the Jesuit, the same; Reisert and Speer, ditto; Fugger, three years’ penal servitude. The defence had their say, all of them really quite decent, nobody malicious. When it came to the last words of the accused, your husband was the only one to waive his right. The best of the sofound verdict is: that we ‘had no design of using violence’ is now established: established, that we made no slightest move towards organising, spoke with no single person about his or her taking on a post. All we did was to think, and not all of us did that, just Father Delp, S.J., Gerstenmaier and I, the others counting as passengers. And the thinking of these three men, their mere thoughts, are so disturbing to the National Socialists, that anything so contaminated must be wiped out.