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'Stop! Stop! Unlicensed thief!'
'Ah,' said Carrot. He crossed the road, with Angua padding along behind him, as the fat man slowed to a waddle.
' 'Morning, Mr Flannel,' he said. 'Bit of trouble?'
'He took seven dollars and I never saw no Thief Licence!' said Mr Flannel. 'What you going to do about it? I pay my taxes!'
'We shall be hotly in pursuit any moment,' said Carrot calmly, taking out his notebook. 'Seven dollars, was it?'
'At least fourteen.'
Mr Flannel looked Angua up and down. Men seldom missed the opportunity.
'Why's she got a helmet on?' he said.
'She's a new recruit, Mr Flannel.'
Angua gave Mr Flannel a smile. He stepped back.
'But she's a—'
'Got to move with the times, Mr Flannel,' said Carrot, putting his notebook away.
Mr Flannel drew his mind back to business.
'In the meantime, there's eighteen dollars of mine that I won't see again,' he said sharply.
'Oh, nil desperandum, Mr Flannel, nil desperandum,' said Carrot cheerfully. 'Come, Constable Angua. Let us proceed upon our inquiries.'
He proceeded off, with Flannel staring at them with his mouth open.
'Don't forget my twenty-five dollars,' he shouted.
'Aren't you going to chase the man?' said Angua, running to keep up.
'No point,' said Carrot, stepping sideways into an alley that was so narrow as to be barely visible. He strolled between the damp, moss-grown walls, in deep shadow.
'Interesting thing,' he said. 'I bet there's not many people know that you can get to Zephire Street from Broad Way. You ask anyone. They'll say you can't get out of the other end of Shirt Alley. But you can because, all you do, you go up Mormius Street, and then you can squeeze between these bollards here into Borborygmic Lane – good, aren't they, very good iron – and here we are in Whilom Alley—'
He wandered to the end of the alley and stood listening for a while.
'What are we waiting for?' said Angua.
There was the sound of running feet. Carrot leaned against the wall, and stuck out one arm into Zephire Street. There was a thud. Carrot's arm didn't move an inch. It must have been like running into a girder.
They looked down at the unconscious figure. Silver dollars rolled across the cobbles.
'Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,' said Carrot. 'Poor old Here'n'now. He promised me he was going to give it up, too. Oh well He picked up a leg.
'How much money?' he said.
'Looks like three dollars,' said Angua.
'Well done. The exact amount.'
'No, the shopkeeper said—'
'Come on. Back to the Watch House. Come on, Here'n'now. It's your lucky day.'
'Why is it his lucky day?' said Angua. 'He was caught, wasn't he?'
'Yes. By us. Thieves' Guild didn't get him first. They aren't so kind as us.'
Here'n'now's head bounced from cobblestone to cobblestone.
'Pinching three dollars and then trotting straight home,' sighed Carrot. 'That's Here'n'now. Worst thief in the world.'
'But you said Thieves' Guild—'
'When you've been here a while, you'll understand how it all works,' said Carrot. Here'n'now's head banged on the kerb. 'Eventually,' Carrot added. 'But it all does work. You'd be amazed. It all works. I wish it didn't. But it does.'