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granddad told me always to write everything down in my notebook!â
They bounced in their seats as the coach hit a stone and Vimes said quietly, âDid he ever tell you to accidentally sometimes turn over two pages at once so that you had the occasional blank page?â
âOh, no, sir. Should I?â
The seat bounced them up and down again as Vimes said, âStrictly speaking, lad, the answer is no, especially if you never work with me. Now please write it all down, just as I asked. And since I am not as young as you, Iâm going to try to get some rest.â
âYessir, I understand that, sir. Just one thing, sir? Mr. Stoner, the Clerk to the Magistrates, came to see me this afternoon, and had a chat and said not to bother about the goblin girl because goblins are officially vermin. He was very kind, and brought some brandy for my old mum, and he said that you were a fine gentleman but tended to get a bee in your bonnet, sir, what with being upper-class and out of touch, sir. Sir? Sir? Have you gone to sleep, sir?â
Vimes turned his head and in honeyed tones said, âDid you make a note of that in your notebook, lad?â
âOh, yessir!â
âAnd you still got in this coach with me? Why did you do that, Mr. Feeney?â
Gravel rattled behind them and it seemed some time before Feeney Upshot had assembled his thoughts to his satisfaction. He said, âWell, Commander Vimes, I thought, well, that Mr. Stoner heâs a nob more or less, and so is Commander Vimes, only heâs a duke and is therefore a very big nob and if youâre going to get caught between nobs, maybe youâd better pick the biggest one to be on the side of.â He heard Vimes grunt, and continued, âAnd then, sir, I thought, well, I was up there, I saw that poor creature and what had been done to her, and I remembered that Stoner had tried to make a fool out of me by making me arrest your good self, sir, and I thought about the goblins and I thought, well, theyâre mucky and smelly and the old goblin was crying, and animals donât cry and goblins, well, they make stuff, beautiful stuff and as for pinching our pig swill and being generally mucky, we surely ainât short of humans around here who are pretty big in that respect, I could tell you some stories, and so I thought some more and I thought, well, that Mr. Stoner, I thought he must have got it wrong.â
There was a rumbling as the coach went over a bridge and then the sound of wheels on packed flints was back. Feeney said anxiously, âIs that all right, sir?â He waited nervously. And then the voice of Vimes, and this time sounding rather far away said, âDo you know what that little speech you made was called, Mr. Feeney?â
âDonât know, sir, itâs just what I think.â
âIt was called redemption, Mr. Feeney. Hold on to it.â
V imes woke from a doze in which he had dreamed about Young Sam playing a harp, and by the time he had understood that this was a dream the noise of the coach wheels had changed as they slowed down and stopped.
Willikins slid open the small slot that allowed discourse between passenger and coachman and said quietly, âRise and shine, sir, weâre about a quarter of a mile from Hangnails, population thirty-seven and still stupid. And you can smell turkey from here and wish you bloody well couldnât, excuse my Klatchian. I surmised that it might be a good idea to walk quietly the rest of the way, sir.â
Vimes got down from the coach and stamped the cramp out of his limbs. The air stank with the curiously invasive smell of birds; not even goblins persecuted the sinuses one half so badly. But this was a tiny distraction compared with the thrill, yes, the thrill. How long was it since he had led a dawn raid? Far too long, thatâs how long, and now captains and senior sergeants got the job while he stayed in the office, being the Ankh-Morpork City Watch. Well, not today.
Whispering as they walked through the knee-high mist, he said, âYou, Chief Constable Upshot, you will hammer on the front door when I give you the signal, and I will be stationed outside the back door in case the gentleman does a runner, okay?â
They were nearing the property now, yes, they would just need the two of them. The farmhouse looked barely big enough to have two doors, let alone three.
âWhat shall I say, commander?â hissed
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