Disclaimer: I don't own Tale of Two Cities
Charles looked up as one of the jailers came into the cell.
"I brought you food," the jailer said.
"Thank you sir," Charles replied.
This jailer was the kindest one. He had even treated him as a friend. Perhaps it was because they had gone to school together as children.
"Anore," Charles asked, "May I ask you a question?"
"What is it sir," Anore asked.
"My name is Charles by the way... what happens if a prisoner dies before they are guillotined? For example if they were to die in their cell."
"They are put in a tumbrel and their body is thrown in the junkyard."
"How do they get it to the junkyard. Do they throw the body over the fence or-"
"Of course not. There is a latch that leads into the junkyard large enough to pass in and our"
A latch, Charles thought a plan forming in his mind.
"So if a person were to be put in the junkyard they could find their way out?" Charles asked.
"They would have to wait until morning," Anore said, "It is too dark to find your way in the night and that would be dangerous"
"Who drives the tumbrels," Charles asked.
"Tomorrow," Anore said, "I do"
"Good," Charles replied, "I will be dead tomorrow"
"You will be what," Anore asked
"Not really," Charles said, "I will appear to be dead."
"Oh ****," Anore said, "I can't. If I get caught-"
"You won't," Charles said, "all you need to is go to the junkyard"
"No. It's too dangerous for you. I've got a better plan instead."
"You have?"
"Yes," Anore said, "Once we have driven a bit out of the way I will stop at Temple bar where you will change into a uniform like the one I am wearing," Anore explained...