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a small brush and whisked a speck of dirt off the coat before putting it on a hanger, then went on, âI do feel the absence of a parent sometimes and I have wondered whether it might be a sensible idea to go along to the cemetery at Small Gods and shout out âDad, Iâm going to be a copper,â and then see which gravestone revolved, sir.â
The man was still grinning. Vimes reflected, and not for the first time, that he had quite an unusual gentleman to be a gentlemanâs gentleman, especially given that neither of them was a gentleman in the first place. âWillikins, and I mean this most sincerely, if I were you Iâd go instead down to the Tanty and shout it out into the lime pit next to the gallows.â
Willikinsâ grin widened. âThank you, sir. I donât have to tell you that that means a lot to me. If you would excuse me, sir, Iâll go and put my jacket in the incinerator before retiring.â
S ybil turned over and made a big warm noise when Vimes got into bed next to her. It had been a long day, and he dropped into that pink semiconscious stupor that is even better than sleep, waking up slightly every hour when nobody rang a bell in the street below to say that all was well.
And he woke up again to hear the sound of heavy cart wheels rumbling over stones. Half asleep as Vimes was, suspicion woke him the rest of the way. Stones? It was all bloody gravel around the Hall. He opened a window and stared out into the moonlight. It was an echo bouncing off the hills. A few brain cells doing the night shift wondered what kind of agriculture had to be done at night. Did they grow mushrooms? Did turnips have to be brought in from the cold? Was that what they called crop rotation? These thoughts melted into his somnolent brain like little grains of sugar in a cup of tea, slithering and dripping from cell to synapse to neurotransmitter until it arrived in the receptor marked âsuspicion,â which if you saw a medical diagram of a policemanâs brain would probably be quite a visible lump, slightly larger than the lump marked â ability to understand long words .â He thought, Ah yes, contraband! and, feeling cheerful, and hopeful for the future, he gently closed the window and went back to bed.
T he food at the Hall was copious and sumptuous and quite probably very nearly everything else ending in us . Vimes was old enough to know that the senior staff got to eat the leftovers and therefore made certain there would be leftovers. With this in mind he had a very large helping of haddock kedgeree and ate all four rashers of bacon on his plate. Sybil tut-tutted about this, and Vimes pointed out that he was on holiday, after all, and on holiday you did not do the things you did on other days, causing Sybil, with forensic accuracy, to point out that this should therefore include police work, should it not, but Vimes was ready, and said that of course he understood this, which was why he was going to take Young Sam for a walk down to the center of the village to put his suspicions in the hands of the local policeman. Sybil said, âAll right, then,â in deliberate tones of disbelief, and he was to be sure to take Willikins with him.
This was another aspect of his wife that puzzled Vimes to the core. In the same way that Sybil thought that Nobby Nobbs, although a rough diamond, was a good watchman, she thought that Vimes was safer in the company of a man who never moved abroad without the weaponry of the street about his person, and who had once opened a beer bottle with somebody elseâs teeth. This was true, but in some ways very disconcerting.
He heard the doorbell ring, heard the footman open the front door, heard a muffled conversation followed by somebody walking on the gravel path round to the back of the Hall. It wasnât important, it was just ambience, and the sound of a footman coming into the room and whispering to Sybil fell into the same category.
He heard her say, âWhat? Oh well, I suppose youâd better show him in,â then snapped to attention when she addressed him. âItâs the local policeman. Can you see him in the study? Policemen never wipe their feet properly, especially you, Sam.â
Vimes hadnât seen the study yet. The Hall seemed never to run out of rooms. By dint of being pointed the way by a swiveling maid, he arrived in the study a few seconds before the local copper was shown in by a
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