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"
What
are
you
going
to
do
?
"
he
said
.
Vimes
didn
’
t
know
.
He
’
d
thought
of
a
dozen
ways
that
the
thing
could
go
,
but
the
only
one
that
was
really
suitable
was
killing
Wonse
.
And
,
face
to
face
,
he
couldn
’
t
do
it
.
"
That
’
s
the
trouble
with
people
like
you
,
"
said
Wonse
,
getting
up
.
"
You
’
re
always
against
anything
attempted
for
the
betterment
of
mankind
,
but
you
never
have
any
proper
plans
of
your
own
.
Guards
!
Guards
!
"
He
grinned
maniacally
at
Vimes
.
"
Didn
’
t
expect
that
,
did
you
?
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
ve
still
got
guards
here
,
you
know
.
Not
so
many
,
of
course
.
Not
many
people
want
to
come
in
.
"
There
were
footsteps
in
the
passage
outside
and
four
of
the
palace
guards
padded
in
,
swords
drawn
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
put
up
a
fight
,
if
I
were
you
,
"
Wonse
went
on
.
"
They
’
re
desperate
and
uneasy
men
.
But
very
highly
paid
.
"
Vimes
said
nothing
.
Wonse
was
a
gloater
.
You
always
stood
a
chance
with
gloaters
.
The
old
Patrician
had
never
been
a
gloater
,
you
could
say
that
for
him
.
If
he
wanted
you
dead
,
you
never
even
heard
about
it
.
The
thing
to
do
with
gloaters
was
play
the
game
according
to
the
rules
.
"
You
’
ll
never
get
away
with
it
,
"
he
said
.
