'Yes, sir?' said Vimes innocently.
The rank scurried out, giving Vimes sympathetic and sorrowful glances.
The Patrician walked to the edge of the floor and looked down.
'Poor Wonse,' he said.
'Yes, sir.' Vimes stared at the wall.
'I would have preferred him alive, you know.'
'Sir?'
'Misguided, yes, but a useful man. His head could have been of further use to me.'
'Yes, sir.'
'The rest, of course, we could have thrown away.'
'Yes, sir.'
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