Guards Guards - Book

A long black robe was dragged into view. Then Wonse reached further down into the dusty space between the floors and rummaged around. He rummaged still further. Then he lay down and stuck both arms into the gap and flailed desperately.

A book sailed across the room and hit him in the back of the head.

“Looking for this, were you?” said Vimes.

He stepped out of the shadows.

Wonse was on his knees, his mouth opening and shutting.

What's he going to say, Vimes thought. Is it going to be: I know what this looks like, or will it be: How did you get in here, or maybe it'll be: Listen, I can explain everything. I wish I had a loaded dragon in my hands right now.

Wonse said, “Okay. Clever of you to guess.”

Of course, that was always an outside chance, Vimes added.

“Under the floorboards,” he said aloud. “First place anyone'd look. Rather foolish, that was.”

“I know. I suppose he didn't think anyone would be searching,” said Wonse, standing up and brushing the dust off himself.

“I'm sorry?” said Vimes pleasantly.

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Guards Guards - p282