He was given a second boiled egg, too. This was a rare sign of favour.
The latest news was already the subject of deep discussion.
'I am frankly amazed,' said Mr Cartwright. 'It beats me how they find this stuff out.'
'It certainly makes you wonder what's going on that we aren't told,' said Mr Windling.
William listened for a while, until he couldn't wait any longer.
'Something interesting in the paper?' he asked innocently.
'A woman in Kicklebury Street says her husband has been kidnapped by elves,' said Mr Mackleduff, holding up the Inquirer. The heading was very clear on the subject:
ELVES STOLE MY HUSBAND!
'That's made up!' said William.
'Can't be,' said Mackleduff. 'There's the lady's name and address, right there. They wouldn't put that in the paper if they were telling lies, would they?'
William looked at the name and address. 'I know this lady,' he said.
'There you are, then!'
'She was the one last month who said her husband had been carried off by a big silver dish that came out of the sky,' said William, who had a good memory for this sort of thing. He'd nearly put it in his news letter as an 'On a lighter note' but had thought better of it. 'And you, Mr Prone, said everyone knew her husband had carried himself off with a lady called Flo who used to work as a waitress in Harga's House of Ribs.'
Mrs Arcanum gave William a sharp look which said that the whole subject of nocturnal kitchenware theft could be re-opened at any time, extra egg or no.
'I am not partial to that kind of talk at the table,' she said coldly.
'Well, then, it's obvious,' said Mr Cartwright. 'He must've come back.'
'From the silver dish or from Flo?' said William.
'Mr de Worde!'
'I was only asking,' said William. 'Ah, I see they're revealing the name of the man who broke into the jeweller's the other day. Shame it's Done It Duncan, poor old chap.'
'A notorious criminal, by the sound of it,' said Mr Windling. 'It's shocking that the Watch won't arrest him.'
'Especially since he calls on them every day,' said William.
'Whatever for?'
'A hot meal and a bed for the night,' said William. 'Done It Duncan confesses to everything, you see. Original sin, murders, minor thefts... everything. When he's desperate he tries to turn himself in for the reward.'
'Then they ought to do something about him,' said Mrs Arcanum.
'I believe they generally give him a mug of tea,' said William. He paused and then ventured: 'Is there anything in the other paper?'
'Oh, they're still trying to say that Vetinari didn't do it,' said Mr Mackleduff. 'And the King of Lancre says women in Lancre don't give birth to snakes.'
'Well, he would say that, wouldn't he?' said Mrs Arcanum.
'Vetinari must've done something,' said Mr Windling. 'Otherwise why would he be helping the Watch with their inquiries? That's not the action of an innocent man, in my humble opinion.'*
'I believe there's plenty of evidence that throws doubt on his guilt,' said William.
'Really,' said Mr Windling, making the word suggest that William's opinion was considerably more humble than his. 'Anyway, I understand the Guild leaders are meeting today.' He sniffed. 'It's time for a change. Frankly, we could do with a ruler who is a little more responsive to the views of ordinary people.'