Something right by his ear started to drool. And there was a long, very long-drawn-out growl, not changing in tone at all, just unrolling a deep promise of what would happen if he tried to move.
He heard footsteps, and out of the corner of his eyes saw a swirl of lace.
"Oh, Done It," said a voice. "Bag snatching? That"s a bit low, isn"t it? Even for you. You could"ve got really hurt. It"s only Duncan, miss. He"ll be no trouble. You can let him up."
The weight was removed from Duncan"s back. He heard something pad off into the gloom of an alley.
"I done it, I done it!" said the little thief desperately as Corporal Nobbs helped him to his feet.
"Yes, I know you did, I saw you," said Nobby. "And you know what"d happen to you if the Thieves" Guild spotted you? You"d be dead in the river with no time off for good behaviour."
"They hate me "cos I"m so good," said Duncan through his matted beard. "ere, you know the robbery at All Jolson"s last month? I done that."
"That"s right, Duncan. You done that."
"An" that haul at the gold vaults last week, I done that too. It wasn"t Coalface and his boys."
"No, it was you, wasn"t it, Duncan?"
"An" that job at the goldsmith"s that everyone says Crunchie Ron done - "
"You done it, did you?"
"s"right," said Duncan.
"And it was you what stole fire from the gods, too, wasn"t it, Duncan?" said Nobby, grinning evilly under his wig.
"Yeah, that was me." Duncan nodded. He sniffed. "I was a bit younger then, of course." He peered shortsightedly at Nobby Nobbs.
"Why"ve you got a dress on, Nobby?"
"It"s hush-hush, Duncan."
"Ah, right." Duncan shifted uneasily. "You couldn"t spare me a bob or two, could you, Nobby? I ain"t eaten for two days."
Small coins gleamed in the dark.
"Now push off," said Corporal Nobbs.
"Thanks, Nobby. You got any unsolved crimes, you know where to find me."
Duncan lurched off into the night.
Sergeant Angua appeared behind Nobby, buckling on her breastplate.
"Poor old devil," she said.
"He was a good thief in his day," said Nobby, taking a notebook out of his handbag and jotting down a few lines.
"Kind of you to help him," said Angua.
"Well, I can get the money back out of petty cash," said Nobby. "An" now we know who did the bullion job, don"t we? That"ll be a feather in my cap with Mister Vimes."
"Bonnet, Nobby."
"What?"
"Your bonnet, Nobby. It"s got a rather fetching band of flowers around it."