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"
Mmm
?
"
said
Vimes
,
waking
up
.
"
Brung
you
a
nice
cup
of
tea
,
Cap
’
n
,
"
said
Sergeant
Colon
.
"
And
a
figgin
.
"
Vimes
looked
at
him
blankly
.
"
You
’
ve
been
asleep
,
"
said
Sergeant
Colon
helpfully
.
"
You
was
spark
out
when
Carrot
brought
you
back
.
"
Vimes
looked
around
at
the
now
-
familiar
surroundings
of
the
Yard
.
"
Oh
,
"
he
said
.
"
Me
and
Nobby
have
been
doing
some
detector
-
ing
,
"
said
Colon
.
"
You
know
that
house
that
got
melted
?
Well
,
no
-
one
lives
there
.
It
’
s
just
rooms
that
get
hired
out
.
So
we
found
out
who
hires
them
.
There
’
s
a
caretaker
who
goes
along
every
night
to
put
the
chairs
away
and
lock
up
.
He
wasn
’
t
half
creating
about
it
being
burned
down
.
You
know
what
caretakers
are
like
.
"
He
stood
back
,
waiting
for
the
applause
.
"
Well
done
,
"
said
Vimes
dutifully
,
dunking
the
figgin
into
the
tea
.
"
There
’
s
three
societies
use
it
,
"
said
Colon
.
He
extracted
his
notebook
.
"
To
wit
,
viz
,
The
Ankh
-
Morpork
Fine
Art
Appreciation
Society
,
hem
hem
,
the
Morpork
Folk
-
Dance
and
Song
Club
,
and
the
Elucidated
Brethren
of
the
Ebon
Night
.
"
"
Why
hem
hem
?
"
said
Vimes
.
