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Someone
seemed
to
have
managed
it
,
though
.
The
fallen
figure
was
groaning
like
a
couple
of
bricks
being
crushed
together
.
"
That
’
s
a
turnup
for
the
books
,
"
said
the
sergeant
vaguely
.
All
three
of
them
turned
and
peered
at
the
brightly
-
lit
rectangle
where
the
doorway
had
been
.
Things
had
definitely
quietened
down
a
bit
in
there
.
"
You
don
’
t
think
,
"
said
the
sergeant
,
"
that
he
’
s
winning
,
do
you
?
’
’
The
captain
thrust
out
his
jaw
.
’
’
We
owe
it
to
our
colleague
and
fellow
officer
,
"
he
said
,
"
to
find
out
.
"
There
was
a
whimper
from
behind
them
.
They
turned
and
saw
Nobby
hopping
on
one
leg
and
clutching
a
foot
.
"
What
’
s
up
with
you
,
man
?
"
said
Vimes
.
Nobby
made
agonised
noises
.
Sergeant
Colon
began
to
understand
.
Although
cautious
obsequiousness
was
the
general
tenor
of
Watch
behaviour
,
there
wasn
’
t
one
member
of
the
entire
squad
who
hadn
’
t
,
at
some
time
,
been
at
the
wrong
end
of
Detritus
’
s
fists
.
Nobby
had
merely
tried
to
play
catch
-
up
in
the
very
best
traditions
of
policemen
everywhere
.
"
He
went
and
kicked
him
inna
rocks
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
"
Disgraceful
,
"
said
the
captain
vaguely
.
He
hesitated
.
"
Do
trolls
have
rocks
?
"
he
said
.
