“In fact, I think your other idea would be better, sir,” said Polly hurriedly. “Yes . . . my, er . . . other idea . . . which one was that, exactly?” “The one where we escape from the washhouse via the clothes-drying area, sir, after silently disabling three guards, sir. There’s a kind of moving room down the corridor, sir, which gets winched all the way to the roof. Two guards go up there with the women, sir, and there’s another guard up on the roof. Acting together, we’d take out each unsuspecting guard, which would be more certain than you against an armed man, with all due respect, sir,
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