Nobby shrugged. 'Dunno,' he said. 'Everything, I reckon. Safest way.'
Wonse stared at the rank in disbelief.
'Ah, Vimes,' said the Patrician. 'You will…'
'Shut up,' said Vimes calmly. 'Lance-constable Carrot?'
'Sir!'
'Read the prisoner his rights.'
'Yes, sir.' Carrot produced his notebook, licked his thumb, flicked through the pages.
'Lupine Wonse,' he said, 'AKA Lupin Squiggle Sec'y PP…'
'Wha?' said Wonse.
'…currently domiciled in the domicile known as The Palace, Ankh-Morpork, it is my duty to inform you that you have been arrested and will be charged with…' Carrot gave Vimes an agonised look,'…a number of offences of murder by means of a blunt instrument, to whit, a dragon, and many further offences of generalised abetting, to be more specifically ascertained later. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right not to be summarily thrown into a piranha tank. You have the right to trial by ordeal. You have the…'
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