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sergeant and everyone,' said Cuddy.
'No . . . not even them. If d make everyone very . . . jumpy.'
'Just as you say, Corporal Carrot.'
'We're dealing with a sick mind here, men.'
Underground
Vimes dried himself off. Willikins had also laid out a dressing gown with brocade on the sleeves. He put it on, and wandered into his dressing room.
That was another new thing. The rich even had rooms for dressing in, and clothes light dawned on Cuddy.'Ah,' he said. 'You suspect Corporal Nobbs, sir?''This is worse. Come on, let's get back up.' He looked back towards the big pillar-barred cavern. 'Any idea where we are, Cuddy?''Could be under the Palace, sir.''That's what I reckoned. Of course, the tunnels go everywhere . . .'Carrot's worried train of thought faltered away on some distant track.There was water in the sewers, even in this drought. Springs flowed into them, or water filtered down from far above. Everywhere was the drip and splash of water. And cool, cool air.It would almost be pleasant were it not for the sad, hunched corpse of someone that looked for all the world like Beano the clown.