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"
That
’
s
right
,
"
said
Sgt
Colon
,
"
a
man
could
get
hurt
standing
here
.
"
They
sidled
cautiously
a
little
way
down
the
street
,
where
the
sound
of
splintering
wood
and
breaking
glass
wasn
’
t
so
overpowering
,
and
carefully
avoided
one
another
’
s
eyes
.
There
was
the
occasional
scream
from
within
the
tavern
,
and
every
now
and
again
a
mysterious
ringing
noise
,
as
though
someone
was
hitting
a
gong
with
their
knee
.
They
stood
in
a
little
pool
of
embarrassed
silence
.
"
You
had
your
holidays
this
year
,
Sergeant
?
"
said
Captain
Vimes
eventually
,
rocking
back
and
forth
on
his
heels
.
"
Yessir
.
Sent
the
wife
to
Quirm
last
month
,
sir
,
to
see
her
aunt
.
"
"
Very
nice
at
this
time
of
year
,
I
’
m
told
.
"
"
Yessir
.
"
"
All
the
geraniums
and
whatnot
.
"
A
figure
tumbled
out
of
an
upper
window
and
crumpled
on
the
cobbles
.
"
That
’
s
where
they
’
ve
got
the
floral
sundial
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
said
the
captain
desperately
.
