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Another
one
of
’
em
,
thought
Vimes
.
Well
,
there
’
s
no
law
about
wearing
long
black
robes
and
deep
cowls
.
There
could
be
dozens
of
perfectly
innocent
reasons
why
this
person
is
wearing
long
black
robes
and
a
deep
cowl
and
standing
in
front
of
a
melted
-
down
house
at
dawn
.
Perhaps
I
should
ask
him
to
name
just
one
.
He
stepped
out
.
"
Excuse
me
,
sir
-
"
he
began
.
The
cowl
swung
around
.
There
was
a
hiss
of
indrawn
breath
.
"
I
just
wonder
if
you
would
mind
-
after
him
,
lance
-
constable
!
"
The
figure
had
a
good
start
.
It
scuttled
along
the
street
and
had
reached
the
corner
before
Vimes
was
halfway
there
.
He
skidded
around
it
in
time
to
see
a
shape
vanish
down
an
alley
.
Vimes
realised
he
was
running
alone
.
He
panted
to
a
halt
and
looked
back
just
in
time
to
see
Carrot
jog
gently
around
the
corner
.
"
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
he
wheezed
.
"
Sergeant
Colon
said
I
wasn
’
t
to
run
,
"
said
Carrot
.
