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nasty piece of work, that Coalface,' said Colon. A righthand troll for Chrysoprase.'
'Yes, but he couldn't have killed Bjorn,' said Carrot. 'And what about the beggar girl?'
Vimes sat looking at the floor.
'What do you think, captain?' said Carrot.
Vimes shrugged.'But all isn't well, captain,' said Carrot.
'So what? When has that ever mattered?'
'Oh, dear,' said Angua, under her breath. 'I think perhaps you gave him too much of that coffee . . .'
Vimes said, 'I'm retiring from the Watch tomorrow. Twenty-five years on the streets—'
Nobby started to grin nervously and stopped as the sergeant, without apparently shifting position, grabbed one of his arms and twisted it gently but meaningfully up his back.
'—and what good's it all been? What good have I done? I've just worn out a lo'Who cares?' he said.'Well, you care,' said Carrot. 'You always care. We can't let even someone like—''Listen to me,' said Vimes, in a small voice. 'Supposing we'd found who killed the dwarf and the clown? Or the girl. It wouldn't make any difference. It's all rotten anyway.''What is, captain?' said Colon.'All of it. You might as well try and empty a well with a sieve. Let the Assassins try to sort it out. Or the thieves. He can try the rats next. Why not? We're not the people for this. We ought to have just stayed with ringing our bells and shouting "All's well!" '