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be considered to be a tiny bit guilty when all is said and done, and while all was being said and all was being done, someone really intent on getting Vimes into difficulties would have left the corpse of the blacksmith there, wouldnât they?
âFound something, sir,â said Willikins, straightening up.
âYou what?â
âFound something, sir, felt along the ground, as you might say.â
âBut itâs soaked with blood, man!â
This didnât seem to worry Willikins. âNever minded blood, commander, leastways when it wasnât mine.â There was some scrabbling, then light appeared: Willikins had shifted the trap door of a dark lantern. He handed it to Vimes and then held something small to the glow. âItâs a ring, sir. Looks like itâs been made of stone.â
âWhat? You mean itâs a stone with a hole in it?â
He heard Willikins sigh. âNo, sir, itâs polished smooth. And thereâs a claw in it. Looks like goblin to me.â
Vimes thought, all that blood. Severed claw. Goblins arenât that big. Somebody bothered to come up here to kill a goblin. Whereâs the rest of it?
In theory, moonlight should help the search, but moonlight is deceptive, creating shadows where shadows should not be, and the wind was getting up. Dark lantern or not, there was little he could do here.
T he curtains were drawn and a few lights still burned in the Goblinâs Head. Apparently, there were licensing laws. A good copper should always be ready to test the strength of them. He led the way round to the back of the pub and knocked on the little wooden sliding panel set into the buildingâs back door. After a few moments Jiminy pulled the sliding panel aside and Vimes stuck his hand in the hole before the man could close it again.
âNot you, please, your grace, the magistrates would have my guts for garters!â
âAnd Iâm sure theyâll be very decorative,â said Vimes, âbut it wonât happen, because Iâll warrant that about a third of your regular customers are still imbibing intoxicating liquors at this hour, and probably at least one magistrate is among themâ¦No, I take back that last remark. Magistrates do their drinking at home, where there are no licensing laws. I wonât say a word, but itâll be a bad old day for the job if a thirsty copper canât mump a night-time beverage from a former colleague.â He slapped some coins on the tiny shelf inside the little panel and added, âThat should buy a double brandy for my man here, and for me the address of Mr. Jefferson, the smith.â
âYou canât treat me like this, you know.â
Vimes looked at Willikins. âCan I?â
The gentlemanâs gentleman cleared his throat. âWe are now in the world of feudal law, commander. You own the ground this public house stands on, but he has rights as strong as your own. If he has paid his rent, then you canât even go into the property without his permission.â
âHow do you know all this stuff?â
âWell, commander, as you know, Iâve had one or two holidays in the Tanty in my time, and one thing about prison is there are always a lot of books about the law lying around, criminals being very keen on going through the old legal smallprint, just in case it turns out that giving a rival gang member some cement boots and dropping him in the river might be legal after all. That kind of learning sticks.â
âBut Iâm investigating a mysterious disappearance now. The blacksmith was very keen to see me up the hill, but when I got up there there was nothing but a load of blood all over the place. Jefferson wanted to tell me something and you must know what that smells like to a copper.â Even though Iâm not sure , said Vimes to himself. âDefinitely something iffy, thatâs for sure.â
The landlord shrugged. âNot my business, squire.â
Vimesâs hand gripped the landlordâs wrist before the man could pull it away and tugged him so hard that his face was up against the woodwork.
âDonât you squire me. Thereâs something going down here, something wrong; I can feel it in my boots and, believe me, they are the most sensitive boots that ever were. The man who runs the village pub knows everythingâI know that and so do you. If youâre not on my side youâre in my way and you
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