'His damn coat of arms!'
Detritus looked up. 'Why's it got a lighted fish on it?' he said.
'In heraldry that's a poisson,' said Vimes bitterly. 'And it's supposed to be a lamp.'
'A lamp made out of a poisson,' said Detritus. 'Well, dere'safmg.'
'At least it's got the motto in proper language,' said Sergeant Colon. 'Instead of all the old- fashioned stuff no one understands. Art Brought Forth the Candle. That, Sergeant Detritus, is a pune, or play on words. 'Cos his name is Arthur, see.'
Vimes stood between the two sergeants and felt a hole open up in his head.
'Damn!* he said. 'Damn, damn, damn! He showed it to me! Dumb plodder Vimes! He won't notice! Oh, yes! And he was right!'
S not that good,' said Colon. 'I mean, you've got to know that Mr Carry's first name is Arthur - '
'Shut up, Fred!' snapped Vimes.
'Shutting up right now, sir.'
'The arrogance of the... Who's that?'
A figure darted out of the building, glanced around hurriedly, and scurried along the street.
'That's Carry!' said Vimes. He didn't even shout 'After him!' but went from a standing start to a full run. The fleeing figure dodged between the occasional straying sheep or pig and didn't have a bad turn of speed, but Vimes was powered by sheer anger and was only yards away when Carry ducked into an alleyway.
Vimes skidded to a halt and grabbed at the wall. He'd seen the shape of a crossbow and one of the things you learned in the Watch - that is, one of the things which hopefully you'd have a chance to learn - was that it was a very stupid thing indeed to follow someone with a crossbow into a dark alley where you'd be outlined against any light there was.
'I know it's you, Carry,' he shouted.
'I've got a crossbow!'
'You can only fire it once!'
'I want to turn King's Evidence!'
'Guess again!'
Carry lowered his voice. 'They just said I could get the damn golem to do it. I didn't think anyone was going to get hurt.'
'Right, right,' said Vimes. 'You made poisoned candles because they gave a better light, I expect.'
'You know what I mean! They told me it would all be all right and - '
'Which they would they be?'
'They said no one would ever find out!'
'Really?'
'Look, look, they said they could...' The voice paused, and took on that wheedling tone the blunt-witted use when they're trying to sound sharp.
'If I tell you everything, you'll let me go, right?'
The two sergeants had caught up. Vimes pulled Detritus towards him, although in fact he ended up pulling himself towards Detritus.
'Go round the corner and see he doesn't come out of the alley the other way,' he whispered. The troll nodded.
'What's it you want to tell me, Mr Carry?' said Vimes to the darkness in the alley.