Alfred Gockel Stroking the Keys

Alfred Gockel Stroking the KeysAlfred Gockel Moved By The Music VWassily Kandinsky Upward
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.