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The
Watch
men
splashed
off
through
the
puddles
.
Brother
Watchtower
shook
his
head
slowly
,
and
turned
his
attention
once
again
to
his
screwdriver
.
.
.
.
Men
like
Corporal
Nobbs
can
be
found
in
every
armed
force
.
Although
their
grasp
of
the
minutiae
of
the
Regulations
is
usually
encyclopedic
,
they
take
good
care
never
to
be
promoted
beyond
,
perhaps
,
corporal
.
He
tended
to
speak
out
of
the
corner
of
his
mouth
.
He
smoked
incessantly
but
the
weird
thing
,
Carrot
noticed
,
was
that
any
cigarette
smoked
by
Nobby
became
a
dog
-
end
almost
instantly
but
remained
a
dog
-
end
indefinitely
or
until
lodged
behind
his
ear
,
which
was
a
sort
of
nicotine
Elephant
’
s
Graveyard
.
On
the
rare
occasions
he
took
one
out
of
his
mouth
he
held
it
cupped
in
his
hand
.
He
was
a
small
,
bandy
-
legged
man
,
with
a
certain
resemblance
to
a
chimpanzee
who
never
got
invited
to
tea
parties
.
His
age
was
indeterminate
.
But
in
cynicism
and
general
world
weariness
,
which
is
a
sort
of
carbon
dating
of
the
personality
,
he
was
about
seven
thousand
years
old
.
"
A
cushy
number
,
this
route
,
"
he
said
,
as
they
strolled
along
a
damp
street
in
the
merchants
’
quarter
.
He
tried
a
doorhandle
.
It
was
locked
.
"
You
stick
with
me
,
"
he
added
,
"
and
I
’
ll
see
you
’
re
all
right
.
Now
,
you
try
the
handles
on
the
other
side
of
the
street
.
"
"
Ah
.
I
understand
,
Corporal
Nobbs
.
We
’
ve
got
to
see
if
anyone
’
s
left
their
store
unlocked
,
"
said
Carrot
.
"
You
catch
on
fast
,
son
.
"
"
I
hope
I
can
apprehend
a
miscreant
in
the
act
,
"
said
Carrot
zealously
.
