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that Commander Vimes knows all about them and Commander Vimes knows what to do about them. I know who they are, Mr. Stoner, because Chief Constable Upshot has given me a list of names.â
Vimes gently released the pressure and said quietly, âVery soon this will be an unfortunate place for you, Mr. Stoner.â Then, turning, so that the crowd could see, he took the bewildered lawyerâs hand, shook it lavishly and said loudly, âThank you very much for such valuable information, sir. Itâll make my investigations a whole lot simpler, I can tell you! And Iâm sure that Chief Constable Upshot will feel exactly the same way. It would be a much easier life for all of us if other upstanding folk were so quick to assist the police with their inquiries.â He looked at the stricken lawyer and said more quietly, âI am no judge, but some of those men have a certain look about them. I know the sort, probably got more teeth than brain cells, and now, Mr. Lawyer, theyâre wondering how much you know and how much youâve told me. I wouldnât stop to pack if I was you, and I hope youâve got a fast horse.â
The lawyer left at speed and, at a meaningful nod from Feeney, so did the mob, more or less evaporating into the scenery; and Vimes thought, another one snookered. Get the reds, get the colors, but sooner or later youâre after the black.
And now he was left with the company of only Willikins and the chief constable, who looked around like someone realizing that he might not only have bitten off more than he could chew, but also more than he could lift. He straightened up when he saw Vimes looking at him. It was time for a little reinforcement, so Vimes walked over and slapped the lad on the back. âWell, I donât know, Iâm sure! Well done, Chief Constable Upshot, and this time Iâm not laughing at you, Feeney, Iâm not making fun, Iâm not talking you down, and I cannot believe that you are the lad I met only a few days ago! You stood up to them, right enough! A bunch of dangerous idiots! With a lawyer!â
âThey shot an arrow at my old mum! Oh, they said they didnât, âcos they was hoping to frighten us off! They said they had no arrows! So I said, quick as a wink, well, you wouldnât have any arrows now if youâd shot them at my old mum, would you? So that proves it, I told them, I said, thatâs logic, and they didnât know what to say!â
âWell, Iâm at a loss for words myself, Feeney, because it seems to me that I heard you say some more goblins were sent downriver yesterday. How did you find that out?â
Feeney waved a thumb in the direction of the lockup and grinned. âHereâs the key, sir, just you go and talk to our prisoner. Youâll love it, sir, he was beside himself when he knew they were coming for him and he sang like a nightingale, didnât he just!â
âGenerally, we say that they sing like a canary,â said Vimes, turning toward the stubby little building.
âYes, sir, but this is a rural police station, sir, and I know my birds, sir, and he sang like a nightingale, right enough! A beautiful watery cadence, sir, second only to the trill of the robin in my opinion, possibly occasioned by his being really, really scared, sir. Iâll have to slosh a bucket in there in a minute.â
âWell done again, Feeney! Might I suggest at this time that you go in and see to your old mum? Sheâll be worried about you. Old mums do worry, you know.â
W ee Mad Arthur was impressed. Why hadnât anybody told him about the craw step before? Well, it was only recently that he had learned that he was, by birth, a Nac mac Feegle instead of, as he had been given to understand, the child of peaceful, shoe-making gnomes. Feegles did not wear shoes and neither were they peaceful. Like many people before and after, Wee Mad Arthur had always thought that he was in the wrong life.
When the truth had fortuitously been uncovered, it all seemed to make sense. He could be proud of being a Nac mac Feegle, albeit one who enjoyed the occasional visit to the ballet and could read a menu in Quirmian and, for that matter, read at all.
He cruised above the warm blue skies of Howondaland in great circles and enjoying himself no end. The whole continent! There were people on it, so he understood, but mostly what he was seeing from the air was either desert, mountain or,
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