'Well, attempting to resist arrest. I should just leave them over by the wall until we come back. I don't expect they'll want to go anywhere.'
'Right you are, sir.'
'Don't hurt them, mind,' said Vimes. 'You mustn't hurt prisoners.'
'That's right, sir,' said Carrot, conscientiously. 'Prisoners once Charged have Rights, sir. It says so in the Dignity of Man (Civic Rights) Act of 1341. I keep telling Corporal Nobbs. They have Rights, I tell him. This means you do not Put the Boot in.'
'Very well put, constable.'
Carrot looked down. 'You have the right to remain silent,' he said. 'You have the right not to injure yourself falling down the steps on the way to the cells. You have the right not to jump out of high windows. You do not have to say anything, you see, but any thing you do say, well, I have to take it down and it might be used in evidence.' He pulled out his notebook and licked his pencil. He leaned down further.
'Pardon?' he said. He looked up at Vimes.
'How do you spell 'groan', sir?' he said.
'G-R-O-N-E, I think.'
'Very good, sir.'
'Oh, and constable?'
'Yes, sir?'
'Why the axes?'
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