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had the feeling, once again, that he'd missed out on something somewhere. He'd never really realized it until the last couple of days. He didn't know what it was. He just wanted to do things. He didn't know what they were. But he wanted to do he'd say . . . he'd say something pretty damn memorable, that's what he'd do! He was
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There was a knock at the door, barely audible above the din. Cliff opened it a cautious fraction.
'It's me, Hibiscus. Here's your beers. Drink 'em up and get out!'
'How can we get out?' said Glod. 'Every time they see us they force us to play some more!'
Hibiscus shrugged. 'I don't care,' he said. 'But you owe me a dollar for the them soon. He wanted . . . he felt like a lifelong tundra dweller when he wakes up one morning with a deep urge to go water‑skiing. He certainly wasn't going to stay indoors when there was music in the air . . .'mumblemumblemumblenotgonnastayindoorsmumble.'Unaccustomed feelings surged through him. He wanted to disobey! Disobey everything! Including the law of gravity. He was definitely not going to fold his clothes before going to bed! Ridcully was going to say, oh, you're a rebel, are you, what are you rebelling against, and

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stared some more. Then Sergeant Colon, who still hadn't quite been able to put his finger on it, said: 'What do you mean, what's his first name?'
'What's his first name?'
'He's Death,' said the sergeant. 'Death. That's his whole name. I mean . . . what do you mean? . . . You mean like . . . Keith Death?'
'Well, why not?'
'He's just Death, isn't he?'
'No, that's just his job. What do his friends call him?'
'What do you mean, road. It was a slightly pretentious residence with more gables and mullions than it should rightly have, and this was a clue to its origins: it was the kind of house built for himself by a rich merchant when he goes respectable and needs to do something with the loot.friends?''All right. Please yourself.''Let's go and get a hot rum.'‘I think he looks like a Leonard.'Sergeant Colon remembered the voice. That was it. Just for a moment there . . .'I must be getting old,' he said. 'For a moment there I thought he sounded like a Susan.''I think they saw me,' whispered Susan, as the horse rounded a corner.The Death of Rats poked its head out of her pocket.SQUEAK.'I think we're going to need that raven,' said Susan. 'I mean, I . . . think I understand you, I just don't know what you're saying . . .Binky stopped outside a large house, set back a little from the

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Angua gave in.
'What time is it?' she said.
Carrot very carefully took Captain Vimes' presentation watch out of its cloth case.
'It's—'
—abing, abing, abong, bong . . . bing . . . bing . . .
They waited patiently until it had finished.said Boffo. 'You can have a look if you like.'
An egg was handed up. It had a blobby red nose and a red wig. Angua saw Carrot hold it up to the light and produce a couple of red strands from his pocket.
'But,' she said, trying one more time to get Boffo to understand, 'couldn't you wake up one morning and put on make-up so that you looked like a different clown?'
He looked at her. It was hard to tell his know – Mr Hammerhock's death and everything.'
'Is it?'
'Yes!'
'Oh.'
Detritus considered this for a while, nodded, and settled back into whatever state of mind he normally occupied.
Another neuron gave a fizzle.
'Right,' he said.
Cuddy watched him for a moment.
'That's about it,' he said

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'They back on to each other,' said Nobby. 'So what? There's still a wall between them.'
'I'm not so sure,' said Carrot. 'We'll jolly well find out.'
'Have we got time?' said Angua, 'I thought we were going to see the Day Watch.'
'There's something I , right? Clowns give me the creeps. And he's worst of all. If he won't answer, we're to leave peacefully and, oh, I don't know, think of something else. That's an order, like I said. Are you clear about this? It's an order.'
'If he won't answer my questions,' said Carrot, 'I'm to leave peacefully. Right.'
'So long as that's understood.'must find out first,' said Carrot. 'The Fools haven't told me the truth.'-'Hang on a minute, hang on a minute,' said Sergeant Colon. 'This is going altogether just a bit too far by half. Look, I don't want us to kill anyone, right? I happen to be sergeant around here, if anyone's interested. Understand, Carrot? Nobby? No shooting or swordplay. It's bad enough barging into Guild property, but we'll get into really serious trouble if we shoot anyone. Lord Vetinari won't stop at sarcasm. He might use' – Colon swallowed – 'irony. So that's an order. What do you want to do, anyway?''I just want people to tell me things,' said Carrot.'Well, if they don't, you're not to hurt them,' said Colon. 'Look, you can ask questions, fair enough. But if Dr Whiteface starts getting difficult, we're to come away

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voice was normal now, no trace of whine or wheedle. The figure turned and brought her stick down hard on something in the corridor.
'Naughty boy, Dribbling Sidney! You could have told I it were Corporal Carrot!'
'Arrgh!'
The figure strode into the room.
'And who's your ladyfriend, Mr Carrot?'
'This is Lance-Constable Angua. Angua, this is Queen Molly of the Beggars.'
For once, Angua 'Mine. It's my dressing room.'
'Then whoever did it wasn't after her. He was after you, Molly. "Some in rags, and some in tags, and one in a velvet gown" . . . it's in your Charter, isn't it? Official dress of the chief beggar. She probably couldn't resist seeing what it looked like on her. Right gown, right room. Wrong person.'noted, someone wasn't surprised to find a female in the Watch. Queen Molly nodded at her as one working woman to another. The Beggars' Guild was an equal-opportunity non-employer.'Good day to you. You couldn't spare I ten thousand dollars for a small mansion, could you?''No.''Just asking.'Queen Molly prodded at the gown.'What was it, corporal?''I think it's a new kind of weapon.''We heard the glass smash and there she was,' said Molly. 'Why would anyone want to kill her?'Carrot looked at the velvet cloak.'Whose room is this?' he said.

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gets me is that he was murdered,' said Carrot.
Mr Cheese passed along the line again. They stared at the drinks. They drank the drinks.
Because the fact was that, despite all evidence to the contrary, murder was not a commonplace occurrence in Ankh-Morpork. There were, it was true, assassinations. And as aforesaid there were many ways one could inadvertently commit suicide. And there were occasional domestic fracas on a Saturday night as people sought a cheaper alternative to . 'I wouldn't do that for a big clock. They can be fearsome when they're angry, those little buggers.'
Everyone nodded gloomily, including the little bugger and the bigger little bugger by adoption.
They stared at the drinks. They drank the drinks.divorce. There were all these things, but at least they had a reason, however unreasonable.'Big man in the dwarfs, was Mr Hammerhock,' said Carrot. 'A good citizen, too. Wasn't always stirring up old trouble like Mr Stronginthearm.''He's got a workshop in Rime Street,' said Nobby.'Had,' said Sergeant Colon.They stared at the drinks. They drank the drinks.'What I want to know is,' said Angua, 'what put that hole in him?''Never see anything like that,' said Colon.'Hadn't someone better go and tell Mrs Hammer-hock?' said Angua.'Captain Vimes is doing it,' said Carrot. 'He said he wouldn't ask anyone else to do it.''Rather him than me,' said Colon fervently

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done. The exact amount.'
'No, the shopkeeper said—'
'Come on. Back to who is fully paid up this year with the Thieves' Guild when a hooded figure stepped out in front of him.
'Beano?'
'Oh, hello . . . it's Edward, right?'
The figure hesitated.the Watch House. Come on, Here'n'now. It's your lucky day.''Why is it his lucky day?' said Angua. 'He was caught, wasn't he?''Yes. By us. Thieves' Guild didn't get him first. They aren't so kind as us.'Here'n'now's head bounced from cobblestone to cobblestone.'Pinching three dollars and then trotting straight home,' sighed Carrot. 'That's Here'n'now. Worst thief in the world.''But you said Thieves' Guild—''When you've been here a while, you'll understand how it all works,' said Carrot. Here'n'now's head banged on the kerb. 'Eventually,' Carrot added. 'But it all does work. You'd be amazed. It all works. I wish it didn't. But it does.' While Here'n'now was being mildly concussed on the way to the safety of the Watch's jail, a down was being killed.He was ambling along an alley with the assurance of one