‘Apparently not,’ said Vimes.
Quirke’s finger shot out and vibrated in the direction of the young Sam Vimes.
‘He shared it! He shared it!’ he said. ‘You ask him!’
Vimes felt the shock run round the squad. Quirke had just committed suicide. You hung together against officers, fair enough, but when the jig was up you did not Drop Someone In The Cacky. They’d laugh at the idea of a watchman’s honour, but it did exist in a blackened, twisty way. You Did Not Drop Your Mates In The Cacky. And especially you did not do it to a wetbehindtheears rookie who wouldn’t know any better.
Vimes turned, for the first time, to the young man he’d been avoiding.
Gods, was I ever that skinny? he thought. Did I ever have that much Adam’s apple? Did I really try to polish rust?
The young man’s eyes were almost back in his head, only the whites showing.
‘Lance-Constable Vimes, isn’t it?’ he said quietly.
‘Yessir!’ said Sam hoarsely.
‘At ease, lanceconstable. Did you in fact take a share of the bribe?’
‘Yessir! A dollar, sir!’
‘At the instigation of Corporal Quirke?’
‘Er… sir?’
‘Did he offer it to you?’ Vimes translated.
Vimes watched his own agony. You Did Not Drop Someone
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In The Cacky.
‘All right,’ he said at last. ‘I’ll talk to you later on. Oh, you still here, Quirke? If you want to complain to the captain, that’s fine by me. But if you don’t get your stuff out of your locker in ten minutes I’ll damn well charge you rent!’
Quirke looked around for immoral support, and found none.
He’d gone too far. Besides, the Watch could see a storm of cacky when it was right overhead and were in no mood to stick their necks out for something like Quirke.
‘I will,’ he said. ‘I will complain to the captain. You’ll see.
You’ll see. I’ve got four years’ good conduct, I have-‘
‘No, that was tour years’ Not Found Out,’ said Vimes. ‘Clear off.’
When Quirke’s footsteps had died away Vimes glared at the squad.
‘Good afternoon, lads, my name’s John Keel,’ he said. ‘We bloody well better get along fine. Now shine up, captain’s inspection in two minutes, off you go… Sergeant Knock, a word, please.’
The men dispersed hurriedly. Knock stepped forward, not quite managing to conceal his nervousness. After all, his immediate superior now was a man who, last night, he had kicked in the nadgers. People could hold a grudge about a thing like that. And he’d had time to think.
‘I’d just like to say, sir, about last night-‘ he began.
‘I’in not bothered about last night,’ said Vimes.
‘You’re not?’
‘Would you recommend Fred Colon for corporal? I’d value your judgement.’
‘You would?’
‘Certainly. He looks a solid lad.’
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‘He is? I mean, yes, he is. Very thorough,’ said Knock, relief rising off him like steam. ‘Doesn’t rush into things. Wants to join one of the regiments.’
‘Well, we’ll give him a try while we’ve still got him. That means we’ll need another lancecorporal. Who was that lad next to Colon?’
‘Coates, sir. Ned Coates. Bright lad, sometimes thinks he knows better, but we were all like that, eh?’
Vimes nodded. His expression completely failed to give away the fact that, as far as he was concerned, there were things clinging to the underside of high branches that knew better than Sergeant Knock.
‘A taste of responsibility might do him some good, then,’ he said. Knock nodded, because at that point he would have agreed to absolutely anything. And his body language was saying: we’re all sergeants together, right? We’re talking about sergeanty things, like sergeants do. We’re not bothered about anyone being kicked in the nadgers, eh? Not us! ‘cos we’re sergeants.
His eyes widened, and he saluted as Tilden entered the office.
There was some halfhearted saluting among the squad, too. The captain acknowledged them stiffly, and looked nervously at Vimes.
‘Ah, sergeant;’ he said. ‘Settling in?’
‘Yessir. No problems.’
‘Well done. Carry on.’
When the man had disappeared up the creaking stairs Vimes turned back to Knock.
‘Sergeant, we don’t hand over prisoners without a receipt, understand? Never! What happens to them afterwards? Do you know?’
‘They get questioned,’ said Knock. ‘We takes ’em up there for questioning.’
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‘What kind of questions? How long it takes two men to dig half a hole?’
‘What?’ Knock’s brow knitted.
‘From now on, someone at Cable Street signs for prisoners or we bring them right back here,’ said Vimes. ‘It’s bloody elementary, sergeant. You hand ’em over, you get a docket.
Don’t you do that down at the Tanty?’
‘Well, yeah, obviously, but… well, Cable Street… I mean, you don’t know what it’s like here, I can see that, but with the Unmentionables round at Cable Street it’s best not to-‘
‘Listen, I’in not telling you to kick the door down and shout
“put down those thumbscrews!”‘ said Vimes. I’in telling you we keep track of prisoners. When you arrest a man, you sign him over to Snouty, don’t you? When he leaves, Snouty or the orderly man signs him out, doesn’t he? It’s basic custody discipline, man! So if you hand a prisoner over to Cable Street, someone there gives you a signature. Understand? No one just disappears.’
Knock’s face showed a man contemplating an immediate
future that contained fewer opportunities for personal gain and a greatly raised risk of being shouted at.
‘And just to make sure everyone understands, I’ll ride the wagon tonight,’ said Vimes. ‘But first I’ll take that lad Vimes out for a stroll and shake him up a bit.’
‘He could do with it,’ said Knock. ‘Can’t get his mind right.
Good with his hands but you have to tell him everything twice.’
‘Maybe I’ll shout, then,’ said Vimes. ‘Vimes!’
Lance-Constable Vimes shivered to attention.
‘We’re going to take a stroll, lad,’ said Vimes. ‘Time you knew what’s what,’ he nodded to Knock, took his younger self by the shoulder, and marched out.
‘What d’you think, sarge?’ said Coates, coming up behind
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Knock as the sergeant glared at the departing back.
‘He likes you,’ said Knock bitterly. ‘Oh, yes. Apple of his eye, you are. You’re his ol’ pal. You’re being bumped up to
lancecorporal.’
‘Think he’ll last?’
‘I’ll give him a couple of weeks,’ said Knock. ‘I’ve seen ’em like that before. Big men in little towns, coming here, thinking they’re the bee’s nose. We soon cut ’em down to size. What d’you think?’
‘Dunno, sarge,’ said Coates. ‘Still thinking.’
‘Knows his coppering, mind you,’ said Knock. ‘Bit too cocky though. He’ll learn. He’ll learn. There’s ways. We’ll show him.
Take him down a peg. Teach him how we do things around here Vimes always preferred to walk by himself. And now there were two of him, walking by himself. It was a strange sensation, and gave him the impression that he was looking through a mask.
‘No, not like that,’ he said. ‘I always have to teach people to walk. You swing the foot, like this. Get it right and you can keep going all day. You’re not in a hurry. You don’t want to miss things.’
‘Yes, sarge,’ said young Sam.
It was called proceeding. Vimes proceeded along Treacle Mine Road, and felt – magnificent. Of course there were lots of things to worry about, but right here and now all he had to do was patrol, and it felt fine. Not much paperwork in the old Watch; in fact, come to think of it he’d probably doubled it. All he had to do right now was his duty, as he’d been taught it. He had nothing to do but be himself.
Young Sam wasn’t saying much. That was good sense.
‘I see you’ve got a bell there, lad,’ said Vimes, after a while.
‘Yes, sarge.’
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‘Regulation bell?’
‘Yes, sarge. Sergeant Knock gave it to me.’ I’ll bet he did, thought Vimes.
‘When we get back, just you swap it for someone else’s.
Doesn’t matter whose. No one’ll say anything.’
‘Yes, sarge.’ Vimes waited. ‘Why, sarge? A bell’s a bell.’
‘Not that one,’ said Vimes. That’s three times the weight of the normal bell. They give it to rookies to see what they do. Did you complain?’
‘No, sarge.’
‘That’s the way. Keep quiet, and pass it on to some other sucker when we get back. That’s the coppers’ way. Why did you come into the job, lad?’
‘My mate Iffy joined last year. He said you got free food and a uniform and you could pick up the extra dollar here and there.’
‘That’d be Iffy Scurrick stationed over in the Dolly Sisters house, then,’ said Vimes. ‘And you’ve been picking up the odd dollar, have you?’
They walked in silence for a moment. Then Sam said: ‘Have I got to give that dollar back, sarge?’
‘Are you worth a dollar?’ said Vimes.
‘I gave it our mum, sarge.’