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Vimes
tried
again
.
The
sheer
terror
frozen
in
Brother
Fingers
’
s
expression
was
getting
to
him
.
"
If
you
would
be
so
kind
to
accompany
me
to
the
Yard
,
"
said
Vimes
,
"
I
have
reason
to
believe
that
you
-
"
He
hesitated
.
He
wasn
’
t
entirely
certain
what
it
was
that
he
had
reason
to
believe
.
But
the
man
was
clearly
guilty
.
You
could
tell
just
by
looking
at
him
.
Not
,
perhaps
,
guilty
of
anything
specific
.
Just
guilty
in
general
terms
.
"
Mmmmmuh
,
"
said
Brother
Fingers
.
Sergeant
Colon
gently
lifted
the
lid
of
the
top
box
.
"
What
do
you
make
of
it
,
Sergeant
?
"
said
Vimes
,
stepping
back
.
"
Er
.
It
looks
like
a
Klatchian
Hots
with
anchovies
,
sir
,
"
said
Sergeant
Colon
knowledgeably
.
"
I
mean
the
man
,
"
said
Vimes
wearily
.
"
Nnnnn
,
"
said
Brother
Fingers
.
Colon
peered
under
the
hood
.
"
Oh
,
I
know
him
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
Bengy
’
Lightfoot
’
Boggis
,
sir
.
He
’
s
a
capo
de
monty
in
the
Thieves
’
Guild
.
I
know
him
of
old
,
sir
.
Sly
little
bugger
.
Used
to
work
at
the
University
.
"
