Part 13 (1/2)
”Sir, I don't understand,” said Carrot. ”I am perplexed. I thought you said Fred and n.o.bby were investigating this?”
”Yes,” said Vimes.
”But-”
”Sergeant Colon and Corporal n.o.bbs are investigating why the late Ossie tried to kill the Prince. And do you know what? They're going to find lots of clues. I just know know it. I can feel it in my water.” it. I can feel it in my water.”
”But we know he couldn't couldn't-” said Carrot.
”Isn't this fun?” said Vimes. ”I don't want you to get in Fred's way. Just...ask around. Try Done It Duncan, or Sidney Lopsides, hah, there's a man with his ear to the ground all right. Or the Agony Aunts, or Lily Goodtime. Or Mr. Slider, haven't seen him around for a while, but-”
”He's dead, sir,” said Carrot.
”What, Smelly Slider? When?”
”Last month, sir. He got hit by a falling bedstead. Freak accident, sir.”
”No one told me me.”
”You were busy, sir. But you put some money in the envelope when Fred brought it round, sir. Ten dollars, which Fred remarked was very generous.”
Vimes sighed. Oh, yes, the envelopes. Fred was always wandering around with an envelope these days. Someone was always leaving, or some friend of the Watch was in trouble, or there was a raffle, or the tea money was low again, or some complicated explanation...so Vimes just put some money in. Simplest way.
Old Smelly Slider...
”You should've mentioned it,” he said reproachfully.
”You've been working hard, sir.”
”Any other street news you haven't mentioned, captain?”
”Not that I can think of, sir.”
”All right. Well...see which way the wind is blowing. Very carefully. And-trust no one.”
Carrot looked worried.
”Er...I can trust Angua, can't I?” he said.
”Well, of course course you-” you-”
”And you, presumably.”
”Me, well, obviously. That goes without say-”
”Corporal Littlebottom? She can be very helpful-”
”Cheery, yes, certainly you can trust-”
”Sergeant Detritus? I always thought he was very trust-”
”Detritus, oh yes, he-”
”n.o.bby? Should I-”
”Carrot, I understand what he means means,” said Angua, tugging his arm.
Carrot looked a little crestfallen. ”I've never liked...you know, underhand things,” he mumbled.
”I don't want any written reports,” said Vimes, grateful for that small mercy. ”This is...unofficial. But officially officially unofficial, if you see what I mean.” unofficial, if you see what I mean.”
Angua nodded. Carrot just stayed looking dismal.
She's a werewolf, thought Vimes, of course of course she understands. And you'd think a man who is technically a dwarf'd be able to fold his head around the idea of subterfuge. she understands. And you'd think a man who is technically a dwarf'd be able to fold his head around the idea of subterfuge.
”Look, just...listen to the streets,” said Vimes. ”The streets know everything. Talk to...Blind Hugh-”
”I'm afraid he pa.s.sed away last month,” said Carrot.
”Did he? No one told me!”
”I thought I sent you a memo, sir.”
Vimes glanced guiltily at his overloaded desk, and then shrugged.
”Have a quiet look at things. Get to the bottom of things. And trust no-Trust practically no one. All right? Except trustworthy people.”
”Come on, open up! Watch business!”
Corporal n.o.bbs pulled at Sergeant Colon's sleeve and whispered in his ear.
”Not Watch business!” said Colon, pounding the door again. ”Nothing to do with the Watch at all! We are just civilians, all right?” Watch business!” said Colon, pounding the door again. ”Nothing to do with the Watch at all! We are just civilians, all right?”
The door opened a crack.
”Yes?” said a voice that counted its small change.
”We have to ask you some questions, missus.”
”Are you the Watch?” said the voice. you the Watch?” said the voice.
”No! I think I just made that clear-”
”p.i.s.s off, copper!”
The door slammed.
”You sure this is the right place, sarge?”