Snuff
asking.â
âThen youâll know that the ultimate aim of the game is to sink the black, although youâll hit all the other colors during the course of a frame, and youâll bash the red ones again and again, sometimes making use of them to further your strategy. Well, I know where to find the black, and black canât run. The others? The captain has helpfully given us names and descriptions. If you wish to arrest them yourselves, for aiding and abetting the practice of trafficking sapient creatures for profit, then I leave that honor to the Quirm constabulary.â
Vimes grinned. âAs for me, after I have the affidavits I intend to go straight back to see my wife and little boy, who I have shamefully, no, desperately neglected over the past few days, and do you know what? Just as soon as Iâve got there, Iâm going to bring them back down here! My wife will enjoy the fresh air, and Young Sam will just love the elephants, oh, wonât he just!â
The lieutenant brightened up. âMay I suggest, then, that after dinner you take the overnight boat? It will be the Black-Eyed Susan , quite speedy, like her namesake, according to popular legend. Sheâs due to go upriver in, let me see, three quarters of an hour. Sheâs very fast, doesnât take much in the way of cargo so they gear her up high. Youâll be home in the morning, how about that? Just time to get yourself smartened up, and if you like the idea then I will get one of the men to go and find the Susan âs captain and make certain she doesnât leave without you.â
Vimes smiled. âWhatâs the weather forecast?â
âClear skies, commander, and Old Treachery is as flat as a mill pond, scoured of every snag and boulder for the rest of the season. Itâs plain sailing from now on.â
âGood evening, your grace!â The voice was somewhat familiar and Vimes saw, sauntering down the boulevard, what at first seemed liked a man wearing a huge cummerbund until further swift forensic inspection showed that it was the hermit from the Hall. His beard was remarkably clean and wrapped around his body, as were two young ladies of the giggling persuasion.
Vimes peered at him. âStump? What are you doing down here?â
This caused further giggling.
âIâm on holiday, commander! Yes, indeed! Every man should have a holiday, sir!â
Vimes didnât know what to say and so patted the man on the shoulder and said, âKnock yourself out, Mr. Stump, and donât forget the nourishing herbs.â
âI think Iâm going to need them, commanderâ¦â
S ay what you like, the food in the Quirm Watch House canteen was pretty damn good, even if they did use a shade too much avec, thought Vimes; avec on everything .
Vimes, well fed and cleaned up and with some very important paperwork stuffed down the inside of his freshly laundered and immaculately ironed shirt, walked with Chief Constable Upshot down the quayside toward the Black-Eyed Susan . The lieutenant and two of the guards accompanied him to his cabin, where the dwarf butler demonstrated to him the cleanliness of the bed and the crispness of the sheets.
âHonored to have you sleeping in them, commander. You will find that the Susan gives a very smooth ride, although she can sometimes bounce around a little, very much like her namesake, but least said, soonest mended. And, of course, there is a berth next door for officer Feeney. You gentlemen might like to see the Susan get under way, perhaps?â
They did. The Susan had two oxen, just like the Wonderful Fanny , but with no heavy cargo and only about ten passengers she was the express of Old Treachery. Her paddle wheels, highly geared indeed, left a line of white water all down the valley behind her.
âWhat happens now, commander?â said Feeney, leaning on the rail as they watched Quirm disappearing in the wake behind them. âI mean, what are we going to do next?â
Vimes was smoking a cigar with great pleasure. Somehow this seemed the time and the place. Snuff was all very well, but a good cigar had time and wisdom and personality. He would be unhappy to see this one go.
âI donât need to do anything now,â he said, turning to look at the sunset. And I donât often see sunsets these days either, he thought. Mostly I see midnights; and I donât need to chase Stratford, either. I know him like I know
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