The envelopes, Mr Tulip,' he sang. This man knows things
'Hard to know any --ing thing when you're dead,' snarled Mr Tulip.
'Actually the mind becomes crystal clear,' said Mr Slant. He stood up and Mr Pin noticed how a zombie rises, using pairs of muscles in turn, not so much standing as unfolding upwards.
'Your... other assistant is still safe?' Slant said.
'Back down in the cellar, drunk as a skunk,' said Mr Pin. 'I don't see why we don't just scrag him right now. He nearly turned and ran when he saw Vetinari. If the man hadn't been so surprised we'd have been in big trouble. Who'd notice one more corpse in a city like this?'
'The Watch, Mr Pin. How many times must I tell you this? They are uncannily good at noticing things.'
'Mr Tulip here won't leave 'em much to notice--' Mr Pin stopped. The Watch frighten you that much, do they?'
'This is Ankh-Morpork,' snapped the lawyer. 'We are a very cosmopolitan city. Being dead in Ankh-Morpork is sometimes only an inconvenience, do you understand? We have wizards, we have mediums of all sizes. And bodies do have a habit of turning up. We want nothing that is going to give the Watch a clue, do you understand?'
'They'd listen to a --ing dead man?' said Mr Tulip.
'I don't see why not. You are,' said the zombie. He relaxed a little. 'Anyway, it is always possible that there may be further use for your... colleague. Some further little outing to convince the unconvinced. He is too valuable an asset to...etire just yet.'
'Yeah, okay. We'll keep him in a bottle. But we want extra for the dog,' said Mr Pin.
'It's only a dog, Mr Pin,' said Slant, raising his eyebrows. 'Even Mr Tulip could out-think a dog, I expect.'
'Got to find the dog first,' said Mr Pin, stepping smartly in front of his colleague. 'Lots of dogs in this town.'
The zombie sighed again. 'I can add another five thousand dollars in jewels to your fee,' he said. He held up a hand. 'And please don't insult both of us by saying "ten" automatically. The task is not hard. Lost dogs in this town either end up running with one of the feral packs or begin a new life as a pair of gloves,'
'I want to know who's giving me these orders,' said Mr Pin. He could feel the weight of the Dis-organizer inside his jacket.
Mr Slant looked surprised. 'Me, Mr Pin.'
'Your clients, I meant,'
'Oh, really!'
'This is going to get political,' Mr Pin persisted. 'You can't fight politics. I'm going to need to know how far we've got to run when people find out what happened. And who's going to protect us if we're caught,'
'In this city, gentlemen,' said Mr Slant, 'the facts are never what they seem. Take care of the dog, and... others will look after you. There are plans afoot. Who can say what really happened? People are easily confused, and here I speak as one who has spent centuries in court rooms. Apparently, they say, a lie can run round the world before the truth has got its boots on. What an obnoxious little phrase, don't you think? So... do not panic, and all will be well. And do not be stupid, either. My... clients have long memories and deep pockets. Other killers can be hired. Do you understand me?' He snapped the catches on his case. 'Good day to you,'
The door swung to behind him.
There was a rattling behind Mr Pin as Mr Tulip pulled out his set of stylish executive barbecue tools.
'What are you doing?'
That --ing zombie is going to end up on the end of a couple of --ing handy and versatile kebab skewers,' said Mr Tulip. 'An' then I'm gonna put an edge on this --ing spatula. An' then... then I'm gonna get medieval on his arse.'
There were more pressing problems, but this one intrigued Mr Pin.
'How, exactly?' he said.
'I thought maybe a maypole,' said Mr Tulip reflectively. 'An' then a display of country dancing, land tillage under the three-field system, several plagues and, if my --ing hand ain't too tired, the invention of the --ing horse collar,'
'Sounds good,' said Mr Pin. 'Now let's find that damn dog,'
'How we gonna do that?'
'Intelligently,' said Mr Pin.