Caught, jolly well, blooming well caught! If ever this got abroad he would be laughed out of the game.

He wasn't going to put one over on Uncle Sam after all.

There might be some kind of a fire escape on the front of the house.

No harm in taking a look; it would serve to pass the time.
There was the usual frontal parapet about three feet in height.

Upturned in the shadow lay a gift from the gods-a battered kitchen chair, probably used to reach the clothesline in the happy days when the word "Bolshevism" was known to only a select few dark angels.
Cutty waved a hand cheerfully if vaguely toward his guiding star, picked up the chair, commandeered the clothes pole, and silently manoeuvred to the wall of the warehouse.