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and didnât appear to have the time to get one.
There was a man sitting in the lounge, wearing a fantailer hat, jodhpurs and a nervous smile, three things that mildly annoyed Vimes. A nervous smile generally meant that somebody was after something they shouldnât have; he personally thought a fantailer looked silly; and as for the jodhpurs, no man should meet a copper if he is wearing trousers that make his legs look as though he has just burgled a house full of silverware and shoved it hastily down his trousers. In fact, Vimes thought he could see the outline of a teapot, but possibly that was his eyes playing mischievous tricks on him.
The wearer of this presumably self-inflicted triple misfortune stood up as Vimes entered. âYour grace?â
âSometimes,â said Vimes. âWhat can I do for you?â
The man looked apprehensively at Lady Sybil, who was sitting comfortably in the corner with a little smile on her face, and said, âYour grace, Iâm afraid I must serve you with this Cease and Desist order, on behalf of the board of magistrates for this county. I am very sorry about this, your grace, and I hope you will understand that it does go against the grain to have to do this to a gentleman, but no one is above the law and the law must be obeyed. I myself am William Stoner, clerk to said justicesââ Mr. Stoner hesitated because Vimes had strolled over to the door.
âJust making sure you donât leave in a hurry,â said Vimes, as he locked the door. âDo sit down, Mr. Stoner, because youâre just the man I want to talk to.â
The clerk sat down carefully, clearly not wanting to be that man. He held in front of him a scroll with a red wax seal affixed, the kind of thing believed to make a document officialâor at least expensive and difficult to understand, which, in fact, amounts to the same thing.
Suddenly, Vimes realized that all those years being confronted by Lord Vetinari had in fact been a masterclass, had he but known. Well, it was time for the examination. He went back to his chair, sat back comfortably, steepled his fingers together and frowned at the clerk over the top of them for ten whole seconds, a length of time that used to unnerve him every time it happened, and so should surely work on this little tit.
Then he cracked the silence with, âMr. Stoner, several nights ago murder was committed on my land. Landownership means something around here, doesnât it, Mr. Stoner? It appears that this was done to implicate me in the disappearance of one Jethro Jefferson, a blacksmith. You may consider me somewhat offended, but that was nothing like the amount of offense I experienced when I met Constable Feeney Upshot, our local copper, a decent lad, kind to his old mum, who nevertheless seemed to feel that he answered to a mysterious board of magistrates, rather than to the law. The magistrates? Who are the magistrates? Some kind of local body? There appears to be no oversight on these people, no circuit judge andâ I havenât finished talking yet!â
Mr. Stoner, his face gray, sank back into his seat. So did Vimes, trying not to catch Sybilâs eye in case she laughed. He made his face a mask of calm again and continued, âAnd it appears, Mr. Stoner, that officially, in this parish, goblins are vermin. Rats are vermin, so are mice, and I believe that pigeons and crows may be also. But they donât play the harp, Mr. Stoner, they donât make exquisitely configured pots, and, Mr. Stoner, they do not beg for mercy, although I must say Iâve seen the occasional mouse attempt it by wriggling its nose winsomely, which did indeed lead me to put the hammer down. But I digress. Goblins may be wretched, unhygienic and badly fed, and in that they are pretty much like the commonality of most of mankind. Where will your magistrates put the ruler, Mr. Stoner? Then again we donât use a ruler in Ankh-Morpork, because once the goblins are vermin, then the poor are vermin, and the dwarfs are vermin, and the trolls are vermin. She wasnât vermin and she pleaded not to die.â
He leaned back and waited for Mr. Stoner to realize that he did in fact have the power of speech. When he did so, the clerk dealt with his situation in true clerkly fashion, by ignoring it. âNevertheless, Mr. Vimes, you are out of your jurisdiction and, I may say, encouraging Constable Upshot in ways of thinking and, I might
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