Jingo. Part 17

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"The man I shot-" he began, and left the question and the lie hanging in the air.

Vimes forced himself not to glance at the boy. "Not badly hurt," he said.

"He...ran in," said Mr. Goriff. "And after last night-"

"You thought you were being attacked again and grabbed the crossbow?"

"Yes," said the boy, defiantly, before his father could speak.



There was a brief argument in Klatchian. Then Mr. Goriff said: "We must leave the house?"

"For your own good. We'll try to have someone watch it. Now, get something together and go off with the sergeant. And give me that crossbow."

Goriff handed it over with a look of relief. It was a typical Sat.u.r.day Night Special, so badly made and erratic that the only safe place to be when it was fired would be directly behind it, and even then you would be running a risk. And then no one had told its owner that under the counter in a steamy shop and a perpetual rain of grease wasn't the best place to keep it strung. The string sagged. Probably the only way you could reliably hurt someone with it was to beat them over the head.

Vimes waited until they'd been ushered out and took a last look around the room. It wasn't large. In the kitchen behind the shop something spicy in a pot was boiling dry. After burning his fingers a couple of times he managed to tip the pot on to the fire to put it out and then, vaguely remembering his mother doing something like this, put the pot under the pump to soak.

Then he barricaded the windows as best he could and went out, locking the door behind him. A discreetly obvious bra.s.s Thieves' Guild plaque over the door told the world that Mr. Goriff had conscientiously paid his annual fee,* but the world had plenty of less formal dangers and so Vimes took a piece of chalk out of his pocket and wrote on the door: but the world had plenty of less formal dangers and so Vimes took a piece of chalk out of his pocket and wrote on the door:

UNDER T THE PROTECTION O OF T THE WATCH.

As an afterthought he signed it:

SGT. DETRITUS.

In the imaginations of the less civically minded the majesty of the rule of law didn't carry anything like as much weight as the dread of Detritus.

The Riot Act! Where the h.e.l.l h.e.l.l had he dredged that from? Carrot, probably. It hadn't been used for as long as Vimes could remember, and that was no wonder when you knew what it really did. Even Vetinari would hesitate to use it. Now it was nothing more than a phrase. Thank goodness for trollish illiteracy... had he dredged that from? Carrot, probably. It hadn't been used for as long as Vimes could remember, and that was no wonder when you knew what it really did. Even Vetinari would hesitate to use it. Now it was nothing more than a phrase. Thank goodness for trollish illiteracy...

It was when Vimes stood back to admire his handiwork that he saw the glow in the sky over Park Lane, almost at the same time as he heard the clatter of iron boots on the street.

"Oh, h.e.l.lo, Littlebottom," he said. "What now? Don't tell me-someone's set fire to the Klatchian emba.s.sy."

"All right, sir," said the dwarf. She stood uncertainly in the middle of the alley, looking worried.

"Well?" said Vimes.

"Er...you said-"

With a sinking feeling Vimes remembered that the generic dwarfish skill with iron was matched only by the fumble-fingered grasp of irony.

"The Klatchian emba.s.sy is really really on fire?" on fire?"

"Yes, sir!"

Mrs. Spent opened the door a crack.

"Yes?"

"I'm a friend of..." Carrot hesitated, wondering if Fred would have given his real name. "Er...big fat man, suit doesn't fit-"

"The one who goes around with the s.e.x maniac?"

"Pardon?"

"Skinny little twerp, dresses like a clown?"

"They said you'd have a room," said Carrot desperately.

"They've got it," said Mrs. Spent, trying to shut the door.

"They said I could use it-"

"No sublettin'!"

"They said I should pay you two dollars!"

The pressure of the door was released a little.

"On top of what they paid?" said Mrs. Spent.

"Of course."

"Well..." She looked Carrot up and down and sniffed. "All right. What s.h.i.+ft are you on?"

"Sorry?"

"You're a watchman, right?"

"Er" Carrot hesitated, and then raised his voice. "No, I am not a watchman. Haha, you think I'm a watchman? Do I look like a watchman?"

"Yes, you do," said Mrs. Spent. "You're Captain Carrot. I seen seen you walking about the town. Still, I suppose even coppers have to sleep somewhere." you walking about the town. Still, I suppose even coppers have to sleep somewhere."

On the roof, Angua rolled her eyes.

"No wimmin, no cookin', no music, no pets," said Mrs. Spent, as she led the way up the creaking stairs.

Angua waited in the dark until she heard the window open.

"She's gone," Carrot hissed.

"There's gla.s.s on the tiles out here, just like Fred reported," said Angua, as she swung herself over the sill. Inside the room she took a deep breath and shut her eyes.

First she had to forget the smell of Carrot-anxious sweat, soap, the lingering hints of armor polish...

...and Fred Colon, all perspiration with a hint of beer, and then the odd ointment n.o.bby used for his skin condition, and the smells of feet, bodies, clothes, polish, fingernails...

After an hour it was possible for the eye of the nose to see someone walk across the room, frozen in time by their smell. But after a day smells crisscrossed and entangled. You had to take them apart, remove the familiar pieces, and what you had left- "They're so mixed up!"

"All right, all right," said Carrot soothingly.

"At least three people! But I think one of them is Ossie...It's stronger round the bed...and..."

She opened her eyes wide and looked down at the floor. "Somewhere here!"

"What? What is?"

Angua crouched down with her nose just above the floorboards.

"I can smell it but I can't see it!"

A knife appeared in front of her. Carrot got down on his knees and ran the blade along the dust-filled crack between the floorboards.

Something splintery and brown popped up. It had been trodden on and rolled underfoot, but at this distance even Carrot could pick up traces of the clove smell. "Do you think Ossie made a lot of apple pies?" he whispered.

"No cookin', remember?" said Angua, and grinned.

"There's something else..."

Carrot levered out more dirt and dust. In it, something glittered. "Fred said all the gla.s.s was outside, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"Well, supposing we a.s.sume that someone didn't pick up all all the bits when they broke in?" the bits when they broke in?"

"For someone that doesn't like lying, Carrot, you can be quite devious, you know?"

"Just logical. There's gla.s.s outside the window, but all that means is that there is gla.s.s outside the window. Commander Vimes always says there're no such things as clues. It's how you look at them."

"You think someone broke in and then carefully put the gla.s.s outside?"

"Could be."

"Carrot? Why are we whispering?"

"No wimmin, remember?"

"And no pets," said Angua. "So she's got me coming and and going. Don't look like that," she added, when she saw his face. "It's only bad taste if someone else says it. going. Don't look like that," she added, when she saw his face. "It's only bad taste if someone else says it. I'm I'm allowed." allowed."

Carrot scratched up some more gla.s.s fragments. Angua looked under the bed and pulled out the battered magazines.

"Ye G.o.ds, do people really read this stuff?" she said, flicking through Bows and Ammo Bows and Ammo. "'Testing the Locksley Reflex 7: A Whole Lotta Bow'...'Footsore! We test the Ten Best Caltrops!'...and what's this magazine...? Warrior of Fortune Warrior of Fortune?"

"There's always little wars somewhere," said Carrot, pulling out the box of money.

"But will you look at the size of this ax here? 'Get A Head, Get A Burleigh and Stronginthearm "Streetsweeper" And Win By A Neck!' Well, it must be true what they say about men who like big weapons..."

"And that is?" said Carrot, lifting the lid of the box.

She looked at the top of his head. As always, Carrot radiated innocence like a small sun. But he'd...They'd...Surely he... he...

"They, er...they're rather small," she said.

"Oh, that's true," said Carrot, picking up some of the Klatchian coins. "Look at dwarfs. Never happier than with a chopper the same size as them. And n.o.bby's fascinated by weapons and he's practically dwarf-sized."

"Er..."

Technically, Angua was sure she knew Carrot better than anyone else. She was pretty sure he cared a lot for her. He seldom said so, he just a.s.sumed that she knew. She'd known other men, although turning into a wolf for part of the month was one of those little flaws that could put any normal normal man off and, up until Carrot, always had. And she knew the sort of things men said in what might be called the heat of the moment and then forgot. But when Carrot said things, you knew that man off and, up until Carrot, always had. And she knew the sort of things men said in what might be called the heat of the moment and then forgot. But when Carrot said things, you knew that he he felt that everything was now settled until further notice, so if she made any comment he'd be genuinely surprised that she'd forgotten what it was he had said and would probably quote date and time. felt that everything was now settled until further notice, so if she made any comment he'd be genuinely surprised that she'd forgotten what it was he had said and would probably quote date and time.

And yet all the time there was this feeling that the greater part of him was always deep, deep inside, looking out. No one could be so simple, no one could be so creatively dumb dumb, without being very intelligent. It was like being an actor. Only a very good actor was any good at being a bad actor.

"Rather a lonely person, our n.o.bby," said Carrot.

"Well, yes..."

"But I'm sure he'll find the right person for him," Carrot added, cheerfully.

Probably in a bottle, said Angua to herself. She remembered the conversation with him. It was a terrible thing to think, but there was something itchy about the thought of n.o.bby being allowed in the gene pool, even at the shallow end.

"You know, these coins are odd," said Carrot.

"How do you mean?" said Angua, grateful for the distraction.

"Why would he be paid in Klatchian wols wols? He wouldn't be able to spend them here, and the money changers don't give very good rates." Carrot tossed a coin in the air and caught it. "When we were leaving, Mr. Vimes said to me, 'Make sure you find the bunch of dates and the camel hidden under the pillow.' I think I know what he meant."

"Sand on the floor," said Angua. "Now, isn't that an obvious obvious clue? You can tell they were Klatchian because of the sand in their sandals!" clue? You can tell they were Klatchian because of the sand in their sandals!"

"But these cloves..." Carrot prodded the little bud. "It's not as if it's a common habit, even among Klatchians. That's That's not a very obvious clue, is it?" not a very obvious clue, is it?"

Jingo. Part 17

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