He never made a sound.The next morning after a head-count in front of their individual cells in the cellblock, the prisoners are marched to the mess hall for breakfast.He noted simply: "You""re wet." The castle""s domestic maid Magenta (Patricia Quinn) (with a feather duster) was perched on the banister of the ornate wooden staircase.If you look at Hunt""s operational history, and I have, he invariably favors misdirection over confrontation.The room""s doorknob glowed white-hot and the walls began to close in, becoming cylindrical like the inside of a burning furnace.