I would have a beard on, and would have my other clothes under the blouse.
I would rush into the first doorway and run up stairs, pull off my beard, blouse, and blue pantaloons, and then walk quietly down.
You would, of course, rush up stairs and meet me on the way.

I should say I had just met a fellow running up stairs, and should slip quietly off." "It would be a frightful risk, Henri, frightful!" "No, I think it could be managed easily enough.

Then, of course, Marat would be very grateful to you, and you could either get him to visit your lodgings or could go up to his, and once you had been there you could manage to outsit his last visitor at night, and then we could do as we agreed." "But, you know, we thought we should hardly have time in the morning, Henri!" "No, I have been thinking of that, and I have come to the conclusion that our best plan would be to seize him and hold a dagger to his heart, and threaten to kill him instantly if he did not accompany us.

Then we would go down with him into the street and walk arm in arm with him to your lodging.

We could thrust a ball of wood into his mouth so that he could not call out even if he had the courage to do so, which I don't think he would have if he were assured that if he made the slightest sound we would kill him.