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"
No
-
one
saw
where
it
went
?
"
"
If
they
did
,
they
ain
’
t
saying
.
"
Nobby
sat
back
and
leered
.
"
Disgusting
,
really
,
her
livin
’
in
a
room
like
this
.
She
’
s
got
pots
of
money
,
sarge
says
,
she
’
s
got
no
call
livin
’
in
ordinary
rooms
.
What
’
s
the
good
of
not
wanting
to
be
poor
if
the
rich
are
allowed
to
go
round
livin
’
in
ordinary
rooms
?
Should
be
marble
.
"
He
sniffed
.
"
Anyway
,
she
said
I
was
to
fetch
her
when
you
woke
up
.
She
’
s
feeding
her
dragons
now
.
Old
little
buggers
,
aren
’
t
they
.
It
’
s
amazing
she
’
s
allowed
to
keep
’
em
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
You
know
.
Tarred
with
the
same
brush
,
and
that
.
"
When
Nobby
had
shambled
out
Vimes
took
another
look
around
the
room
.
It
did
,
indeed
,
lack
the
gold
leaf
and
marble
that
Nobby
felt
was
compulsory
for
people
of
a
high
station
in
life
.
All
the
furniture
was
old
,
and
the
pictures
on
the
wall
,
though
doubtless
valuable
,
looked
the
sort
of
pictures
that
are
hung
on
bedroom
walls
because
people
can
’
t
think
of
anywhere
else
to
put
them
.
There
were
also
a
few
amateurish
watercolours
of
dragons
.
All
in
all
,
it
had
the
look
about
it
of
a
room
that
is
only
ever
occupied
by
one
person
,
and
has
been
absent
-
mindedly
moulded
around
them
over
the
years
,
like
a
suit
of
clothes
with
a
ceiling
.
It
was
clearly
the
room
of
a
woman
,
but
one
who
had
cheerfully
and
without
any
silly
moping
been
getting
on
with
her
life
while
all
that
soppy
romance
stuff
had
been
happening
to
other
people
somewhere
else
,
and
been
jolly
grateful
that
she
had
her
health
.
Such
clothing
as
was
visible
had
been
chosen
for
sensible
hardwearing
qualities
,
possibly
by
a
previous
generation
by
the
look
of
it
,
rather
than
its
use
as
light
artillery
in
the
war
between
the
sexes
.
There
were
bottles
and
jars
neatly
arranged
on
the
dressing
table
,
but
a
certain
severity
of
line
suggested
that
their
labels
would
say
things
like
"
Rub
on
nightly
"
rather
than
"
Just
a
dab
behind
the
ears
"
.
You
could
imagine
that
the
occupant
of
this
room
had
slept
in
it
all
her
life
and
had
been
called
"
my
little
girl
"
by
her
father
until
she
was
forty
.
There
was
a
big
sensible
blue
dressing
gown
hanging
behind
the
door
.
Vimes
knew
,
without
even
looking
,
that
it
would
have
a
rabbit
on
the
pocket
.
In
short
,
it
was
the
room
of
a
woman
who
never
expected
that
a
man
would
ever
see
the
inside
of
it
.
