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well, the lad is a policeman, after all, and it isnât as if he doesnât already have a clothing problem. He said, âI would say there are about a hundred, lad, all heavily armed, as far as I can see, except for a couple of broken-down ones right at the front; could be chieftains, I suppose. Beards you could keep a rabbit in, and, by the look of it, may have. It looks as if they are waiting for something.â
There was a pause before Feeney said, âItâs been an education, working with you, sir.â
âLook,â said Vimes, âif I have to turn and run, just hang on, okay? Running is another skill a policeman sometimes needs.â
He turned to the crowd of impassive goblins and said, âI am Commander Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch! How can I help you?â
âJust ice!â The cry caused things to drop from the ceiling. It echoed around the cave and echoed again, as cavern after cavern picked up the shout, spun it around, and sent it back. Light rose as torches were kindled. It took Vimes a few moments to realize this, because the light he had seen, some curious artificial light that was probably in his head, had been brighter, and mixed strangely with the smoky orange that was now filling the cave.
âWell, sir, it looks as though theyâre pleased to see us, yes?â
Feeneyâs relief and hope should have been bottled and sold to despairing people everywhere. Vimes just nodded, because the ranks were pulling apart, leaving a pathway of sorts, at the end of which there was, inarguably, a corpse. It was a mild relief to see that it was a goblin corpse, but no corpse is good news, particularly when seen in a grimy low light and especially for the corpse. And yet something inside him exulted and cried Hallelujah! , because here was a corpse and he was a copper and this was a crime and this place was smoky and dirty and full of suspicious-looking goblins and here was a crime . His world. Yes, here was his world.
I n the Ankh-Morpork City Watch forensic laboratory Igor was brewing coffee, to the accompaniment of distant rumblings, strange flashes of light and the smell of electricity. At last he pulled the big red lever and frothing brown liquid gurgled into a pot, to be subsequently delivered into two mugs, one of which carried the slogan âIgorth htitch you up,â while the other was emblazoned with âDwarfs do it slightly lower down.â He handed that one to Sergeant Cheery Littlebottom, whose previous experience as an alchemist meant that she sometimes did duty in the lab. But at this point the cosiness of morning coffee was interrupted by Nobby Nobbs, towing Sergeant Colon behind him. âThe sergeant has had a bit of a shock, Igor, so I thought you might be able to help him.â
âWell, I could give him another one,â Igor volunteered, as Fred Colon slumped into a chair, which creaked ominously under his weight. The chair had straps on it.
âLook,â said Nobby, âIâm not mucking about! Youâve heard of the tobacco that counts? Well, he just had a cigar that cries. Iâve put it in this âere evidence bag, as per standing instructions.â
Cheery took the bag and peered inside. âItâs got egg sandwiches in it! Honestly, Nobby, has anyone explained to you what forensic means?â On the basis that she probably couldnât make things actually worse, Cheery emptied the sandwiches on to the table, where they were joined by one cigar with mayonnaise. She wiped this down with some care and looked at it. âWell, Nobby? I donât smoke and I donât know much about cigars, but this one appears to be quite happy at the moment.â
âYou have to hold it to your ear,â said Nobby helpfully.
Cheery did so, and said, âAll I can hear is the crinkling of the tobacco, which I suspect hasnât been properly kept.â The dwarf held the cigar away from her face and looked at it suspiciously, and then wordlessly she handed it to Igor, who put it to his ear, or at least the one that he was currently using, because you never know with Igors. They looked at one another and Igor broke the silence. âThere are such things, I believe, as tobacco weevils?â
âIâm sure there are,â said Cheery, âbut I doubt very much if theyâ¦chuckle?â
âChuckle? It sounded to me like somebody crying,â said Igor, as he squinted at the bulging
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