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"
Er
.
You
have
the
most
important
job
,
"
said
Vimes
hurriedly
.
"
I
want
you
to
stay
here
and
watch
the
office
.
"
Carrot
’
s
face
broadened
in
a
slow
,
unbelieving
grin
.
"
You
mean
I
’
m
left
in
charge
,
sir
?
"
he
said
.
"
In
a
manner
of
speaking
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
But
you
’
re
not
allowed
to
arrest
anyone
,
understand
?
"
he
added
quickly
.
"
Not
even
if
they
’
re
breaking
the
law
,
sir
?
"
"
Not
even
then
.
Just
make
a
note
of
it
.
"
I
’
ll
read
my
book
,
then
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
And
polish
my
helmet
.
"
"
Good
boy
,
"
said
the
captain
.
It
should
be
safe
enough
,
he
thought
.
No
-
one
ever
comes
in
here
,
not
even
to
report
a
lost
dog
.
No
-
one
ever
thinks
about
the
Watch
.
You
’
d
have
to
be
really
out
of
touch
to
go
to
the
Watch
for
help
,
he
thought
bitterly
.
Scoone
Avenue
was
a
wide
,
tree
-
lined
,
and
incredibly
select
part
of
Ankh
,
high
enough
above
the
river
to
be
away
from
its
all
-
pervading
smell
.
People
in
Scoone
Avenue
had
old
money
,
which
was
supposed
to
be
much
better
than
new
money
,
although
Captain
Vimes
had
never
had
enough
of
either
to
spot
the
difference
.
People
in
Scoone
Avenue
had
their
own
personal
bodyguards
.
People
in
Scoone
Avenue
were
said
to
be
so
aloof
they
wouldn
’
t
even
talk
to
the
gods
.
This
was
a
slight
slander
.
They
would
talk
to
gods
,
if
they
were
well
-
bred
gods
of
decent
family
.
Lady
Ramkin
’
s
house
was
not
hard
to
find
.
It
commanded
an
outcrop
that
gave
it
a
magnificent
view
of
the
city
,
if
that
was
your
idea
of
a
good
time
.
There
were
stone
dragons
on
the
gatepost
,
and
the
gardens
had
an
unkempt
overgrown
look
.
Statues
of
Ramkins
long
gone
loomed
up
out
of
the
greenery
.
Most
of
them
had
swords
and
were
covered
in
ivy
up
to
the
neck
.
