'I myself, for example, have saved more than seventy-eight dollars.'
'No! I mean, no. I mean, I don't mean well-endowed with money. I mean . . .' Nobby whispered again. Cuddy's expression didn't change.
Nobby waggled his eyebrows. 'True, is it?'
'How should I know? I don't know how much money humans generally have.'
Nobby subsided.
'There's one thing that's true at least,' he said. 'You dwarfs really love gold, don't you?'
'Of course we don't. Don't be silly.'
'Well—'
'We just say that to get it into bed.'
It was in a clown's bedroom. Colon had occasionally wondered what clowns did in private, and it was all here – the overlarge shoe tree, the very wide trouser press, the mirror with all the candles round it, some industrial-sized sticks of make-up . . . and a bed which looked like nothing more complicated than a blanket on the floor, because that's what it was. Clowns and fools weren't encouraged to live the soft life. Humour was a serious business.
There was also a hole in the wall, just big enough to admit a man. A little pile of crumbling bricks was heaped next to it.
There was darkness on the other side.
On the other side, people killed other people for money.
Carrot stuck his head and shoulders through the hole, but Colon tried to pull him back.
'Hang on, lad, you don't know what horrors lie beyond these walls—'
'I'm just having a look to find out.'
'It could be a torture chamber or a dungeon or a hideous pit or anything!'
'It's just a student's bedroom, sergeant.'
'You see?'
Carrot stepped through. They could hear him moving around in the gloom. It was Assassin's gloom, somehow richer and less gloomy than clown's gloom.
He poked his head through again.
'No-one's been in here for a while, though,' he said. 'There's dust all over the floor but there's footprints in it. And the door's locked and bolted. On this side.'
The rest of his body followed Carrot.
'I just want to make sure I fully understand this,' he said to Dr Whiteface. 'Beano made a hole into the Assassins' Guild, yes? And then he went and exploded that dragon? And then he came back through this hole? So how did he get killed?'
'By the Assassins, surely,' said Dr Whiteface. 'They'd be within their rights. Trespass on Guild property is a very serious offence, after all.'
'Did anyone see Beano after the explosion?' said Carrot.
'Oh yes. Boffo was on gate duty and he distinctly remembers him going out.'
'He knows it was him?'
Dr Whiteface looked blank.
'Of course.'