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Even
so
,
he
shut
the
door
behind
him
for
a
semblance
of
privacy
.
Then
,
cautiously
and
with
many
nervous
glances
at
the
great
space
beyond
,
he
knelt
down
in
the
centre
of
the
floor
and
pried
up
a
board
.
A
long
black
robe
was
dragged
into
view
.
Then
Wonse
reached
further
down
into
the
dusty
space
between
the
floors
and
rummaged
around
.
He
rummaged
still
further
.
Then
he
lay
down
and
stuck
both
arms
into
the
gap
and
flailed
desperately
.
A
book
sailed
across
the
room
and
hit
him
in
the
back
of
the
head
.
"
Looking
for
this
,
were
you
?
"
said
Vimes
.
He
stepped
out
of
the
shadows
.
Wonse
was
on
his
knees
,
his
mouth
opening
and
shutting
.
What
’
s
he
going
to
say
,
Vimes
thought
.
Is
it
going
to
be
:
I
know
what
this
looks
like
,
or
will
it
be
:
How
did
you
get
in
here
,
or
maybe
it
’
ll
be
:
Listen
,
I
can
explain
everything
.
I
wish
I
had
a
loaded
dragon
in
my
hands
right
now
.
Wonse
said
,
"
Okay
.
Clever
of
you
to
guess
.
"
Of
course
,
that
was
always
an
outside
chance
,
Vimes
added
.
