He slumped forward.
The Librarian leaned cautiously over the top of the bookcase and unfolded an arm into the darkness.
There it was.
His thick fingernails grasped the spine of the book, pulled it gently from its shelf and hoisted it up. He raised the lantern carefully.
No doubt about it. The Summoning of Dragons. Single copy, first edition, slightly foxed and extremely dragoned.
He set the lamp down beside him, and began to read the first page.
'Mmm?' said Vimes, waking up.
'Brung you a nice cup of tea, Cap'n,' said Sergeant Colon. 'And a figgin.'
Vimes looked at him blankly.
'You've been asleep,' said Sergeant Colon helpfully. 'You was spark out when Carrot brought you back.'
Vimes looked around at the now-familiar surroundings of the Yard. 'Oh,' he said.
'Me and Nobby have been doing some detectoring,' said Colon. 'You know that house that got melted? Well, no one lives there. It's just rooms that get hired out. So we found out who hires them. There's a caretaker who goes along every night to put the chairs away and lock up. He wasn't half creating about it being burned down. You know what caretakers are like.'
He stood back, waiting for the applause.
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