Excerpt #3
"`Ullo, Mister Vimes, haha. I was wondering when you'd wake up."
He sat up sharply. The cells were barred on the corridor side, but also between cells as well, on the basis that those caged ought to know they were in a cage. And in the next cell, lying with his hands behind his head, was Carcer.
"Go on," said Carcer cheerfully. "Make a grab for me through the bars, eh? Want to see how long it takes before the guards arrive?"
"At least they got to you, too," said Vimes.
"Not for long, not for long. I smell of roses, me, haha. Visitor to the city, got lost, very helpful to the Watch, so sorry to have bothered them, here's a little something for their trouble...You shouldn't of stopped the Watch taking bribes, Mister Vimes. It means an easier life all around, haha."
"Then I'll nail you some other way, Carcer."
Carcer inserted a finger in his nose, wiggled it around, withdrew it, inspectred its contents critically, and flicked them toward the ceiling.
"Well, that's where it all goes runny, Mr. Vimes. You see, I wasn't dragged in by four coppers. I didn't go around assaulting watchmen or trying to break into the University..."
"I was knocking on the door!"
"I believe you, Mister Vimes. But you know what coppers are like. you look at `em in a funny way, and the buggers'll fit you up for every crime in the book. Terrible what they canpin on an honest man, haha."
Vimes knew it.
"So you got some money," he said.
"O'course, Mister Vimes. I'm a crook. And the best part is, it's even easier to be a crook when know when knows you're a crook, haha. But coppering depends on people believing you're a copper. a turn up for the books, eh? You know we're back in the good old days, haha?"
"It seems that way," Vimes admitted. He didn't like talking to Carcer, but right now he seemed to be the only real person around.
"Where did you land, if I may ask?"
"In The Shades."
"Me too. Couple of blokes tried to mug me where I lay. Me! I ask you, Mr. Vimes! Still, they had some money on them, so that worked out all right. Yes, I think I'm going to be very happy here. Ah, here comes one of our brave lads..."
A watchman walked along the passage, swinging his keys. He was elderly, the kind of copper who gets given the jobs where swinging keys is more likely than swinging a truncheon, and the most distuinguishing feature was a nose twice the width and half the length of the average nose. He stared at Vimes for a moment, and then passed on to Carcer's cell. He unlocked the door.
"You. Hop it," he said.
"Yessir. Thank you, sir," said Carcer, hurrying out. He pointed to Vimes. "You wanna watch that one, sir. He's a animal. Decent people shouldn't be locked up in the same cells, sir."
"Hop it, I said."
"Hopping it, sir. Thank you, sir." And Carcer, with a leery wink at Vimes, hopped it.
The jailer turned to Vimes.
"And what's your name, hnah, mister?"
"John Keel," said Vimes.
He sat up sharply. The cells were barred on the corridor side, but also between cells as well, on the basis that those caged ought to know they were in a cage. And in the next cell, lying with his hands behind his head, was Carcer.
"Go on," said Carcer cheerfully. "Make a grab for me through the bars, eh? Want to see how long it takes before the guards arrive?"
"At least they got to you, too," said Vimes.
"Not for long, not for long. I smell of roses, me, haha. Visitor to the city, got lost, very helpful to the Watch, so sorry to have bothered them, here's a little something for their trouble...You shouldn't of stopped the Watch taking bribes, Mister Vimes. It means an easier life all around, haha."
"Then I'll nail you some other way, Carcer."
Carcer inserted a finger in his nose, wiggled it around, withdrew it, inspectred its contents critically, and flicked them toward the ceiling.
"Well, that's where it all goes runny, Mr. Vimes. You see, I wasn't dragged in by four coppers. I didn't go around assaulting watchmen or trying to break into the University..."
"I was knocking on the door!"
"I believe you, Mister Vimes. But you know what coppers are like. you look at `em in a funny way, and the buggers'll fit you up for every crime in the book. Terrible what they canpin on an honest man, haha."
Vimes knew it.
"So you got some money," he said.
"O'course, Mister Vimes. I'm a crook. And the best part is, it's even easier to be a crook when know when knows you're a crook, haha. But coppering depends on people believing you're a copper. a turn up for the books, eh? You know we're back in the good old days, haha?"
"It seems that way," Vimes admitted. He didn't like talking to Carcer, but right now he seemed to be the only real person around.
"Where did you land, if I may ask?"
"In The Shades."
"Me too. Couple of blokes tried to mug me where I lay. Me! I ask you, Mr. Vimes! Still, they had some money on them, so that worked out all right. Yes, I think I'm going to be very happy here. Ah, here comes one of our brave lads..."
A watchman walked along the passage, swinging his keys. He was elderly, the kind of copper who gets given the jobs where swinging keys is more likely than swinging a truncheon, and the most distuinguishing feature was a nose twice the width and half the length of the average nose. He stared at Vimes for a moment, and then passed on to Carcer's cell. He unlocked the door.
"You. Hop it," he said.
"Yessir. Thank you, sir," said Carcer, hurrying out. He pointed to Vimes. "You wanna watch that one, sir. He's a animal. Decent people shouldn't be locked up in the same cells, sir."
"Hop it, I said."
"Hopping it, sir. Thank you, sir." And Carcer, with a leery wink at Vimes, hopped it.
The jailer turned to Vimes.
"And what's your name, hnah, mister?"
"John Keel," said Vimes.