'That was kind of you,' said Vimes.
There was a definite feeling that although the little village was quiet at the moment - women hanging out washing, cats sleeping in the sun - soon the volcano was going to explode and hundreds were going to be buried in the ash.
'So--' William began.
'Why did you do this?' said Vimes. William could see the Times on the desk in front of the commander. He could read the headlines from here:
Patrician Attacks Clerk With Knife
(He had the knife, not the clerk)
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MYSTERIOUS EVENTS IN STABLES
Strange Smell of Peppermint
WATCH BAFFLED
'Baffled, am I?' said Vimes.
'If you are telling me that you are not, commander, I will be happy to make a note of the fa--'
'Leave that notebook alone!'
William looked surprised. The notebook was the cheapest kind, made of paper recycled so many times you could use it as a towel, but once again someone was glaring at it as if it was a weapon.
'I won't have you doing to me what you did to Slant,' said Vimes.
'Every word of that story is true, sir.'
'I'd bet on it. It sounds like his style.'
'Look, commander, if there's something wrong with my story, tell me what it is.'
Vimes sat back and waved his hands.
'Are you going to print everything you hear?' he said. 'Do you intend to run around my city like some loose... loose siege weapon? You sit there clutching your precious integrity like a teddy bear and you haven't the faintest idea, have you, not the faintest idea how hard you can make my job?'
'It's not against the law to--'
'Isn't it? Isn't it, though? In Ankh-Morpork? Stuff like this? It reads like Behaviour Likely to Cause a Breach of the Peace to me\'
'It might upset people, but this is important--'
'And what will you write next, I wonder?'
'I haven't printed that you have a werewolf employed in the Watch,' said William. He regretted it instantly, but Vimes was getting on his nerves.
'Where did you hear that?' said a quiet voice behind him. He turned in his chair. A fair-haired young woman in Watch uniform was leaning against the wall. She must have been there all the time.
'This is Sergeant Angua,' said Vimes. 'You can speak freely in front of her.' 'I've... heard rumours,' said William. He'd seen the sergeant in the streets. She had a habit of staring a bit too sharply at people, he'd considered.
'And?'
'Look, I can see this is worrying you,' said William. 'Please let me assure you that Corporal Nobbs's secret is safe with me.'
No one spoke. William congratulated himself. It had been a shot in the dark, but he could tell by Sergeant Angua's face that he'd won this one. It seemed to have shut down, locking away all expression.