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"
Have
I
already
said
’
Where
am
I
?
’
"
said
Vimes
faintly
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
Did
I
get
an
answer
?
"
"
Dunno
where
this
place
is
,
Captain
.
It
belongs
to
some
posh
bint
.
She
said
to
bring
you
up
here
.
"
Even
though
Vimes
’
s
mind
appeared
to
be
full
of
pink
treacle
he
nevertheless
grabbed
two
clues
and
wrestled
them
together
.
The
combination
of
’
rich
’
and
’
up
here
’
meant
something
.
So
did
the
strange
chemical
smell
in
the
room
,
which
even
overpowered
Nobby
’
s
more
everyday
odours
.
"
We
’
re
not
talking
about
Lady
Ramkin
,
are
we
?
"
he
said
cautiously
.
"
You
could
be
right
.
Great
big
biddy
.
Mad
for
dragons
.
"
Nobby
’
s
rodent
face
broke
into
the
most
horribly
knowing
grin
Vimes
had
ever
seen
.
"
You
’
re
in
her
bed
,
"
he
said
.
Vimes
peered
around
him
,
feeling
the
first
overtures
of
a
vague
panic
.
Because
now
that
he
could
halfway
focus
,
he
could
see
a
certain
lack
of
bachelor
sockness
about
the
place
.
There
was
a
faint
hint
of
talcum
powder
.
"
Bit
of
a
boodwah
,
"
said
Nobby
,
with
the
air
of
a
connoisseur
.
"
Hang
on
,
hang
on
a
minute
,
"
said
Vimes
.
"
There
was
this
dragon
.
It
was
right
over
us
.
.
.
"
