David McMillan

I left him to it because I knew I'd need my energy later.

One of the bars was cut through, and, oh, at the first cut, it sprang away from the rest of itself.

Like, it was under so much stress for 50 years, being as the building had collapsed, and this was going to be some job.

About halfway through the other end of that bar, and it's coming up at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Let's go back to the next day, and I don't know.

No, no, no, no.

I knew.

I looked at Mirage and I thought, he will squeal his head off because he knows what happens to people in the scape.

He'll break a leg down there.

And as for my head butler, well, of course, he was perfectly loyal, but he just couldn't be busting with pride, wouldn't he?

And I'll tell you why I know he would have been like that, because just as I was a little later on when I'm getting ready to climb out this thing,

tiny opening that's been left there.

I turned around and there's my master butler over in the corner.

He's standing there in his Sunday go-to-meet and best clothes, the ones he used for the occasional visit he got twice a year or something.

He's got his little bits of letters and photographs wrapped up in plastic and a rubber band, and he's even got a little tissue poking out of his good t-shirt that's got a pocket in it.

and his good sandals on i go with you yeah good very inconspicuous yeah but it was touching to see him there you know in a kind of way it was one of the troops head of his section he wasn't going to see the chief go out without him being at his side and all of that kind of thing

No, no.

I gave him money.

I gave him my good watch.

I said, look, it was like that speech out of Casablanca, where I'm going, kid, you don't want to go.