crown jewels had disappeared. A jeweller in the Street of Cunning Artificers was doing the best he could in the time with gilt and glass.
Vimes could wait.
'Tell him to come back another day,' said Wonse.
'Good of you to see us,' said Vimes, appearing in the doorway.
Wonse glared at him.
'Since you're here . . .' he said. Vimes dropped his helmet on Wonse's desk in what the secretary thought was an offensive manner, and sat down.
'Take a seat,' said Wonse.
'Have you had breakfast yet?' said Vimes.
'Now really…' Wonse began.
'Don't worry,' said Vimes cheerfully. 'Constable Carrot will go and see what's in the kitchens. This chap will show him the way.'
When they had gone Wonse leaned across the drifts of paperwork.
'There had better,' he said, 'be a very good reason for-'
'The dragon is back,' said Vimes.
Wonse stared at him for a while.
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