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"Strange things afoot, Vimes. Serious complaint about you, I'm afraid," he said. Wonse didn't wear glasses. If he had worn glasses, he'd have peered at Vimes over the top of them.
"One of your Night Watch men. Seems he arrested the head of the Thieves' Guild."
Vimes swayed a little and tried hard to focus. He wasn't ready for this sort of thing.
"Sorry, sir," he said. "Seem to have lost you there."
"I said, Vimes, that one of your men arrested the head of the Thieves' Guild."
"One of my men?"
Vimes's scattered brain cells tried valiantly to regroup. "A member of the Watch?" he said.
Wonse grinned mirthlessly. "Tied him up and left him in front of the palace. There's a bit of a stink about it, I'm afraid. There was a note. . . . ah . . . here it is . . . 'This man is charged with, Conspiracy to commit Crime, under Section 14 (iii) of the General Felonies Act, 1678, by me, Carrot Ironfoundersson.' "
Vimes squinted at him.
"Apparently," said Wonse.
"What does that mean?"
"I really haven't the faintest notion," said Wonse drily. "And what about the name . . . Carrot?"
"But we don't do things like that!" said Vimes. "You can't go around arresting the Thieves' Guild. I mean, we'd be at it all day!"
Have you ever noticed that, just when you think your shot is about to sail into the back of the net, some one moves the goal posts