He brought his foot to bear upon me, with the weight of his body added to his foot, and pulled, but failed to get any fraction of an inch of slack.
"I take my hat off to you, Hutchins," he said.

"You know your job.

Now roll him over and let's look at him." They rolled me over on my back.

I stared up at them with bulging eyes.
This I know: Had they laced me in such fashion the first time I went into the jacket, I would surely have died in the first ten minutes.

But I was well trained.