“You doubt me? Madame!” Eponine says reprovingly. She glances over at the guards and beckons Jolie closer.

“First, we open it. Such a thing like that is a bag, really. And so, we must have a sharp stone or glass to make a hole or pick the lace. Then we stuff it - a heavy plate or stones or so. And then it is heaved at a head. It shall crack as an egg, Miss. That is what my Pa’d do. He escaped even La Force, though how, I do not know.”