Colon peered under the hood. 'Oh, I know him, sir,' he said. 'Bengy 'Lightfoot' Boggis, sir. He's a capo de monty in the Thieves' Guild. I know him of old, sir. Sly little bugger. Used to work at the University.'
'What, as a wizard?' said Vimes.
'Odd job man, sir. Gardening and carpentry and that.'
'Oh. Did he?'
'Can't we do something for the poor man?' said Lady Ramkin.
Nobby saluted smartly. 'I could kick him in the bollocks for you if you like, m'lady.'
'Dddrrr,' said Brother Fingers, beginning to shake uncontrollably, while Lady Ramkin smiled the iron-hard blank smile of a high-born lady who is determined not to show that she has understood what has just been said to her.
'Put him in the coach, you two,' said Vimes. 'If it's all right with you, Lady Ramkin…'
'Sybil,' corrected Lady Ramkin. Vimes blushed, and plunged on,'…it might be a good idea to get him indoors. Charge him with the theft of one book, to wit, The Summoning of Dragons. '
'Right you are, sir,' said Sergeant Colon. 'The pizzas're getting cold, too. You know how the cheese goes all manky when it gets cold.'
'And no kicking him, either,' Vimes warned. 'Not even where it doesn't show. Carrot, you come with me.'
'DDddrrraa,' Brother Fingers volunteered.
'And take Errol,' added Vimes. 'He's driving himself mad here. Game little devil, I'll give him that.'
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