Robert desperate, slumped on the floor, all but given up. Then...his hand touches his trouser belt...the leather pouch, he still has it. He unties it , inside....gunpowder!
The candle is almost out, he must work quick. He twists to face the padlock, carefully he pours some powder into the keyhole. Then he pulls at his shirt sleeve, and tears the fabric. He rips off a strip of cloth. The candle has burnt liquid wax into the saucer. He dips the cloth into it, and like rolling a cigarette he fashions the cloth into a cylindrical ' fuse'. He pokes it into the keyhole. Now he lifts the candle......slowly...slowly..if it goes out he's dead. He lights the fabric. All he can do is wait until the flame reaches the keyhole. He stretches as far away from the padlock as possible, about two feet, hands up to protect his head.
The candle is almost out, he must work quick. He twists to face the padlock, carefully he pours some powder into the keyhole. Then he pulls at his shirt sleeve, and tears the fabric. He rips off a strip of cloth. The candle has burnt liquid wax into the saucer. He dips the cloth into it, and like rolling a cigarette he fashions the cloth into a cylindrical ' fuse'. He pokes it into the keyhole. Now he lifts the candle......slowly...slowly..if it goes out he's dead. He lights the fabric. All he can do is wait until the flame reaches the keyhole. He stretches as far away from the padlock as possible, about two feet, hands up to protect his head.