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what was happening, Vimes reassured them of his bona fides and explained that Mr. Flutter would be away for a while, and could somebody please look after the birds. The responses he got made it clear that the neighborhood considered a world without Mr. Flutter and his stinking turkeys would be a much better world, so the last thing that Vimes did was to open the sheds and let the wretched creatures take their chances.
As a last little bright idea, Vimes beckoned to the nervous Dave and said, âDiamond King of Trolls will be very appreciative of this dayâs work. Of course, as serving officers we wouldnât be able to take any remunerationâ¦â
âWe wouldnât?â said Feeney hopelessly.
Vimes ignored this and continued, âI will, however, see to it that your help today is suitably rewarded.â The publicanâs face lit up. Something about the words diamond and rewarded in the same sentence does that to a face.
T hey traveled with the creaking coach doors locked, but with a window slightly open because Mr. Flutter was currently not somebody you would wish to be in any confined space with: he appeared to be sweating turkeys.
Kingâs evidence! That was a result! Flutter hadnât thought about arguing, and Vimes had seen his expression as the Summoning Darkâs statement was presented to him. Vimes had noticed every wince and shiver of recollection that, taken together, added up to rights well banged. Kingâs evidence! Any man would opt for that to save his skin, or maybe for a better class of cell. You took Kingâs evidence to save your miserable hide and it might indeed do so, but at a price, and that price was death by hanging if you lied. It was one of the absolutes: lying when you had turned Kingâs evidence was the lie of lies. You had lied to the judge, you had lied to the King, you had lied to society, you had lied to the world, and thus the cheerful Mr. Trooper would welcome you to the gallows, and shake your hand to show you there were no hard feelings, and shortly afterward would pull the lever that would drop you from the world you had betrayed, and stopâ¦halfway down.
And then, of course, there were the troll drugs. The evidence of their existence worried Flutter so much that he invented new gods to swear to that he knew nothing about them. Vimes believed him. As far as Flutter was concerned, the barrels contained nothing more than tobacco. Good old tobacco, nothing harmful about tobacco, and smuggling it was, well, it really was like a game, everybody knew that. Nothing wrong with outsmarting the revenue, that was what the revenue was for ! Vimes thought, isnât that how Iâve always said it worked? Little crimes breeding big crimes. You smile at little crimes and then big crimes blow your head off.
Flutter was sitting miserably on the opposite seat, possibly fearing being kicked to death by trolls, but then, as Vimes had noted, Flutter probably feared everybody. And so Vimes found it in his heart to offer him not so much a crumb as a bacon sandwich of good news. âYou were in the company of a violent man, Ted. You thought you were just going to make life difficult for a copper, and suddenly you were an accessory of the first part to murder and, even if unwittingly, tangled up in extremely serious troll narcotics, the worst there is. But youâve got into bad company, Ted, and I will say so in court.â
Hope appeared in Flutterâs red-rimmed eyes, and he said, âThatâs very kind of you, sir.â That was it. No swagger, no whining, just gratitude for mercies received and fervently hoped for.
Vimes leaned forward and offered the bewildered man his snuffbox. Flutter took a large pinch and sniffed it up so hard that the inevitable sneeze tried to escape via his ears. Ignoring this, and the faint haze of brown in the air, Vimes leaned back and said cheerfully, âIâll have a word with the screws in the Tanty, they always owe me anywayâ¦â Vimes looked at the hopeful face and thought, Blast it. I know theyâre pretty crowded right now. A squirt like him would be on a hiding to nothing, whatever I do. Oh well. He carried on, âNo, Mr. Flutter, tell you what Iâll do, at least weâll put you in a cell in Pseudopolis Yard. How about that? It can be lonely in a cell all by yourself, but some might consider that a blessing, especially after fifteen minutes in some parts of the
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