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Vimes stared at her and thought, sheâs probably telling the truth. âHeâs not hiding in some part of the mine, is he?â
âNo, Iâve looked. Iâve looked everywhere. No note, nothing. And his parents have no idea either. Heâs a bit of a free spirit, but heâs not the sort of person to go away without telling me.â She looked down, clearly embarrassed.
The silence said a lot. Vimes broke it by saying, âThe murder of that poor girl on the hill will not go unpunished while I live. Iâm taking it personally, you might say. I think someone was trying to set me up and mud sticks.â He paused. âTell meâthese pots the goblins make. Do they carry them around all the time?â
âWell, yes, of course, but only the ones theyâre filling at the moment, obviously,â said Miss Beedle, with a trace of annoyance. âIs this relevant?â
âWell, a policeman, you might say, thinks in goblin language: everything is contingent on everything else. Incidentally, how many other people know that you have a tunnel into the hill?â
âWhat makes you think I have a tunnel going into the hill?â
âLet me see now. This place is practically at the foot of the hill, and if I lived here Iâd have dug out a decent wine cellar for myself. Thatâs one reason, and the other is because I saw the flash in your eyes when I asked you the question. Would you like me to ask you the question again?â
The woman opened her mouth to speak, and Vimes raised a finger. âNot finished yet. What isnât as simple is the fact that the other day you arrived in the cave without anybody seeing you walk up the hill. Everyone tells me that there are eyes watching you everywhere in the country and, as luck would have it, I had a few working for me yesterday. Please donât waste my time. Youâve committed no crime that I know ofâyou understand being kind to goblins is not a crime?â He thought about that and added, âAlthough perhaps some people round here might think it is. But I donât and Iâm not stupid, Miss Beedle. I saw that goblin head in the pub. It looked as if itâs been there for years. Now, I just want to go back up to the cave without anybody seeing me, if you donât mind, because I have a few questions to ask.â
Miss Beedle said, âYou want to interrogate the goblins?â
âNo, that word suggests that I mean to bully them. I simply have to obtain the information I need to know before I start to investigate the murder of the girl. If you donât want to help me, Iâm afraid that will be your choice.â
T he next day Sergeant Colon did not turn up for work. Mrs. Colon sent a note around by a boy as soon as she got back from work herself. *
There was nothing romantic about Fred Colon when she got home, and so after sweeping the floor, doing the washing-up, wiping all the surfaces and spending some time teasing out the lumps of mud that had got caught on the doormat, she made haste to Pseudopolis Yardâafter visiting her friend Mildred who had a rather nice porcelain jug and basin set she wanted to sell. When she eventually got to the Watch House she explained that Fred was terribly poorly, and sweating cobs and gabbling about rabbits.
Sergeant Littlebottom was sent to investigate, and returned looking solemn as she climbed the steps to Vimesâs office, now occupied by Captain Carrot. You could tell he was the occupant now not simply because he was sitting in the chair, which was a persuasive hint, but also because all the paperwork was done and aligned, a trait which always impressed Inspector A. E. Pessimal, a small man who had the heart of a lion and the physical strength of a kitten and the face, disposition and general demeanor that would make even hardened accountants say, âJust look at him. Doesnât he look like a typical accountant to you?â
But this didnât worry the lion heart of A. E. Pessimal. He was the Watchâs secret weapon. There wasnât a bookkeeper in the city who would like to see a visit from A. E. Pessimal unless, of course, he was perfectly innocentâalthough generally that could be ruled out, because Mr. and Mrs. Pessimalâs little boy could track an error all the way through the ledger and down into the cellar where the real books had been hidden. And all Inspector A. E. Pessimal wanted for his
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