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"
Yessir
.
"
"
And
you
,
Corporal
,
will
you
please
-
what
are
you
doing
?
"
"
Searchingthebodiesir
,
"
said
Nobby
quickly
,
straightening
up
.
"
For
incriminating
evidence
,
and
that
.
"
’
’
In
their
money
pouches
?
’
’
Nobby
thrust
his
hands
behind
his
back
.
"
You
never
know
,
sir
,
"
he
said
.
The
sergeant
had
located
a
miraculously
unbroken
bottle
of
spirits
in
the
wreckage
and
forced
a
lot
of
its
contents
between
Carrot
’
s
lips
.
"
What
we
going
to
do
with
all
this
lot
,
Captain
?
"
he
said
over
his
shoulder
.
"
I
haven
’
t
the
faintest
idea
,
"
said
Vimes
,
sitting
down
.
The
Watch
jail
was
just
about
big
enough
for
six
very
small
people
,
which
were
usually
the
only
sort
to
be
put
in
it
.
Whereas
these
-
He
looked
around
him
desperately
.
There
was
Nork
the
Impaler
,
lying
under
a
table
and
making
bubbling
noises
.
There
was
Big
Henri
.
There
was
Grabber
Sim
-
mons
,
one
of
the
most
feared
bar
-
room
fighters
in
the
city
.
All
in
all
,
there
were
a
lot
of
people
it
wouldn
’
t
pay
to
be
near
when
they
woke
up
.
"
We
could
cut
their
froats
,
sir
,
"
said
Nobby
,
veteran
of
a
score
of
residual
battlefields
.
He
had
found
an
unconscious
fighter
who
was
about
the
right
size
and
was
speculatively
removing
his
boots
,
which
looked
quite
new
and
about
the
right
size
.
