Vimes stared back.
Wonse's senses came back from whatever corners they'd bounced into.
'You've been drinking, haven't you,' he said.
'No. The dragon is back. '
'Now, look…' Wonse began.
'I saw it,' said Vimes flatly.
'A dragon? You're sure?'
Vimes leaned across the desk. 'No! I could be bloody mistaken!' he shouted. 'It may have been something else with sodding great big claws, huge leathery wings and hot, fiery breath! There must be masses of things like that!'
'But we all saw it killed!' said Wonse.
'I don't know what we saw!' said Vimes, 'But I know what I
saw
!''
He leaned back, shaking. He was suddenly feeling extremely tired.
'Anyway,' he said, in a more normal voice, 'it's flamed a house in Bitwash Street. Just like the other ones.'
'Any of them get out?'
Vimes put his head in his hands. He wondered how long it was since he'd last had any
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