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voice behind him said, âYou donât need to do that, sir. The Hall has a rather good smoking room, including a clockwork air extractor, which is very posh, sir, believe me, you donât often see them.â Vimes let Willikins lead the way.
It was a pretty good smoking room, thought Vimes, although his first-hand experience of them was admittedly limited. The room included a large snooker table and, down below, a cellar with more alcohol than any reformed alcoholic should ever see.
âWe did tell them I donât drink, didnât we, Willikins?â
âOh yes, sir. Silver said that generally the Hall finds it appropriateâI think his words wereâto keep the cellar full in case of arrivals.â
âWell, it seems to me to be a shame to pass up the opportunity, Willikins, so be my guest and pour yourself a drink.â
Willikins perceptibly recoiled. âOh no, sir, I couldnât possibly do that, sir.â
âWhy not, man?â
âItâs just not done, sir. I would be the laughingstock of the League of Gentlemenâs Gentlemen if I was so impertinent as to have a drink with my employer. It would be getting ideas above my station, sir.â
This offended Vimes to his shakily egalitarian core, * who said, âI know your station, Willikins, and itâs about the same station as mine when the chips are down and the wounds have healed.â
âLook, sir,â said Willikins, almost pleading. âJust occasionally we have to follow some rules. So, on this occasion I wonât drink with you, it not being Hogswatch or the birth of an heir, which are accounted for under the rules, but instead Iâll follow the acceptable alternative, which is to wait until youâve gone to bed and drink half the bottle.â
Well, thought Vimes, we all have our funny little ways, although some of Willikinsâ would not be funny if he was angry with you in a dark alley; but he brightened as he watched Willikins rummage through a well-stocked cocktail cabinet, meticulously dropping items into a glass shaker. *
It should not be possible to achieve the effect of alcohol in a drink without including alcohol, but among the skills that Willikins had learned, or possibly stolen, over the years was the ability to mix out of common household ingredients a totally soft drink that nevertheless had very nearly everything you wanted in alcohol. Tabasco, cucumber, ginger and chili were all in there somewhere and beyond that it was best not to ask too many questions.
Drink gloriously in hand, Vimes leaned back and said, âStaff okay, Willikins?â
Willikins lowered his voice. âOh, theyâre skimming stuff off the top, sir, but nothing more than usual in my experience. Everyone sneaks something, itâs the perk of the job and the way of the world.â
Vimes smiled at Willikinsâ almost theatrically wooden expression and said loudly for the hidden listener, âA conscientious man, then, is he, Silver? Iâm very glad to hear it.â
âSeems like a steady one to me, sir,â said the manservant, rolling his eyes toward heaven and pointing a finger to a small grille in the wall: the inlet to the fabled extractor, which no doubt needed a man behind the scenes to wind the clockwork, and would any butler worth his bulging stomach forgo an opportunity to keep tabs on what the new master was thinking? Would he hell.
It was perks, wasnât it? Of course people here would be on the take. You didnât need evidence. It was human nature. He had constantly suggested to Sybilâhe wouldnât have dared insistâthat the place be closed down and sold to somebody who really wanted to live in what he had heard was a creaking, freezing pile that could have housed a regiment. She would not hear of it. She had warm childhood memories of the place, she said, of climbing trees and swimming and fishing in the river, and picking flowers and helping the gardeners and similar jolly rural enterprises that were, to Vimes, as remote as the moon, given that his adolescent preoccupations had had everything to do with just staying alive. You could fish in the River Ankh, provided you took care not to catch anything. In fact it was amazing what you could catch by just letting one drop of the Ankh pass your lips. And as for picnicking, well, in Ankh-Morpork when you were a kid sometimes you nicked and sometimes you picked, mostly at scabs.
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