Have you ever had one of those moments when ideas just come to you? One minute you are sitting there with a slight smile on your face and your mind dull as a November sky, and the next you know exactly what you want to do. Well, that is what happened. I had no sooner told Hugh that it would be difficult to escape than an entire plan unfolded inside my head.
Grey light from above filtered through the trap, showing the feet and legs of a man as he carefully lowered himself down.
"Hugh," I whispered urgently. "Get ready to jump on him!" That was all I had time to say before two of the Armstrongs had negotiated the eight feet or so to the floor of the dungeon.
"Jeannie Tweedie!" the first Armstrong said. He was broad-shouldered and tough-looking, with a face marked with earlier smallpox. Hi
