Memories of Joachim von Ribbentrop crop up it odd places.
The last time I saw him was in the dock at Nuremberg. The last time I heard of him was, strangely enough, on Saturday in the peaceful little church of East Wellow in Hampshire, in whose church- yard Florence Nightingale is buried. Ribbentrop, it seems, was staying before the war a few miles away with Lord and Lady Mountbatten at Broadlands, Lord Palmerston's old home at Romsey, and went to East Wellow to see the thirteenth-century wall-paintings in the church, one, I think, of St. Christopher and one of the murder of Becket. In appreciation thereof he gave £250 to the church funds. So—as Mr. Churchill recalled the other day in another context—" so shines a good deed in a naughty world."