“He used to sit in that very chair, reading the almanac.”
Bill Door searched his memory.
A TALL MAN, he ventured. WITH A MUSTACHE? MISSING THE TIP OF THE LITTLE FINGER ON HIS LEFT HAND?
Miss Flitworth stared at him over the top of her cup.
“You knew him?” she said.
I THINK I MET HIM ONCE.
“He never mentioned you,” said Miss Flitworth archly. “Not by name. Not as Bill Door.”
I DON’T THINK HE WOULD HAVE MENTIONED ME, said Bill Door slowly.
“It’s all right,” said Miss Flitworth. “I know all about it. Dad used to do a bit of smuggling, too. Well, this isn’t a big farm. It’s not what you’d call a living. He always said a body has to do what it can. I expect you were in his line of business. I’ve been watching you. That was your business, right enough.”
Bill Door thought deeply.
GENERAL TRANSPORTATION, he said.
“That sounds like it, yes. Have you got any family, Bill?”
A DAUGHTER.
“That’s nice.”
I’M AFRAID WE’VE LOST TOUCH.
“That’s a shame,” said Miss Flitworth, and sounded as though she meant it. “We used to have some good times here in the old days. That was when my young man was alive, of course.”
YOU HAVE A SON? said Bill, who was losing track.
She gave him a sharp look.
“I invite you to think hard about the word ‘Miss,’” she said. “We takes things like that seriously in these parts.”
MY APOLOGIES.
“No, Rufus was his name. He was a smuggler, like dad. Not as good, though. I got to admit that. He was more artistic. He used to give me all sorts of things from foreign parts, you know. Bits of jewelry and suchlike. And we used to go dancing. He had very good calves, I remember. I like to see good legs on a man.”
She stared at the fire for a while.
“See…he never come back one day. Just before we were going to be wed. Dad said he never should have tried to run the mountains that close to winter, but I know he wanted to do it so’s he could bring me a proper present. And he wanted to make some money and impress dad, because dad was against—”
She picked up the poker and gave the fire a more ferocious jab than it deserved.
“Anyway, some folk said he ran away to Farferee or Ankh-Morpork or somewhere, but I know he wouldn’t have done something like that.”
The penetrating look she gave Bill Door nailed him to the chair.
“What do you think, Bill Door?” she said sharply.
He felt quite proud of himself for spotting the question within the question.
MISS FLITWORTH, THE MOUNTAINS CAN BE VERY TREACHEROUS IN THE WINTER.
She looked relieved. “That’s what I’ve always said,” she said. “And do you know what, Bill Door? Do you know what I thought?”