David McMillan

Yeah, it's a life that they would never...

think that I'd want to walk away from.

They let me run around inside the building.

I even tried to copy the keys at one stage and make one out of resin and chips of metal.

It doesn't work, no, no, no.

You'd be surprised how much torsion strength you need in the twist of a key in an old lock or even a new one, but a heavy lock nonetheless.

We could speak ages on that, and quite profitably too.

But no, the keys were up.

And there was quite a little family there.

Ed Butler was in the cell, Kevin from Hawaii, and of course Sten from Sweden and myself.

The only oddball in there, and it was kind of I had to take him in.

I mean, at least he wasn't a kiddie fiddler or anything.

It was Mirage from a respectable profession of...

People smuggler.

Oh, I know they've got a bad name these days.

But borders meant nothing to Mirage.

Passports meant an awful lot because I'd said to him once, I mean, I used a few in my time.

How often could you use these things?

And what equipment did you have?

A reading lamp.