Guards Guards - Nervous

“Look at him,” said Vimes. “Can't wait to get to grips.” His gaze found itself drawn, as though by wires, up to the rolling clouds of fog.

It's in there somewhere, he thought.

“What we going to do now, sir?” said Carrot, as the carriage rattled off.

“Not nervous, are you?” said Vimes.

“No, sir.”

The way he said it jogged something in Vimes's mind.

“No,” he said, “you're not, are you? I suppose it's being brought up by the dwarfs that did it. You've got no imagination.”

“I'm sure I try to do my best, sir,” said Carrot firmly.

“Still sending all your pay home to your mother?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You're a good boy.”

“Yessir. So what are we going to do, Captain Vimes?” Carrot repeated.

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Guards Guards - p214