To William's surprise Mr Cartwright actually raised his hand. 'Yes, Mr Cartwright?'
I've got quite an important question, Mr de Worde, what with you knowing all this stuff 'Yes?' 'Have you got the address of the funny vegetable man?'
William and Otto arrived at the palace at five minutes to ten. There was a small crowd around the gates.
Commander Vimes was standing in the courtyard, talking to Slant and some of the Guild leaders. He smiled in a humourless way when he saw William.
'You're rather late, Mr de Worde,' he said.
'I'm early!'
'I meant that things have been happening.'
Mr Slant cleared his throat. 'Mr Scrope has sent a note,' he said. 'It appears that he is ill.'
William pulled out his notebook.
The civic leaders focused on it. He hesitated. And then uncertainty evaporated. I'm a de Worde, he thought, don't you dare look down your noses at me! You 've got to move with the Times. Oh well... here goes...
'Was it signed by his mother?' he said.
'I don't follow your meaning,' said the lawyer, but several of the Guild leaders turned their heads away.
'What's happening now, then?' said William. 'We don't have a ruler?'
'Happily,' said Mr Slant, who looked like a man in a private hell, 'Lord Vetinari is feeling very much better and expects to resume his duties tomorrow.'
'Excuse me, is he allowed to write that down?' said Lord Downey, head of the Assassins' Guild, as William made a note.
'Allowed by who?' said Vimes.
'Whom,' said William, under his breath.
'Well, he can't just write down anything, can he?' said Lord Downey. 'Supposing he writes down something we don't want him to write down?'
Vimes looked William firmly in the eye.
There's no law against it,' he said.
'Lord Vetinari is not going to go on trial, then, Lord Downey?' said William, holding Vimes's gaze for a second.
Downey, baffled, turned to Slant.
'Can he ask me that?' he said. 'Just come out with a question, just like that?'
'Yes, my lord.'
'Do I have to answer it?'
'It is a reasonable question in the circumstances, my lord, but you don't have to.'
'Do you have a message for the people of Ankh-Morpork?' said William sweetly.
'Do we, Mr Slant?' said Lord Downey.
Mr Slant sighed. 'It may be advisable, my lord, yes.'
'Oh, well, then - no, there won't be a trial. Obviously.'