'Do you mind going back to lisping, please?' said Hubert. 'I don't know why, it just sounds better that way.'
'Very good, thur.'
'All right. Now, are you really saying that I can now change the economic life of the city by adjusting the Glooper? It's like a witch's wax doll and I've got all the pins?'
'That ith correct, thur. A very nithe analogy.'
Hubert stared at the crystal masterpiece. The light in the undercroft was changing all the time as the economic life of the city pumped itself around the tubes, some of them no thicker than a hair.
'It's an economic model, in fact, which is the real thing?'
'They are identical, thur.'
'So with one hammer blow I could throw the city into an irrevocable economic crash?'
'Yes, thur. Do you want me to fetch a hammer?'
Hubert stared up at the rushing, trickling, foaming thing that was the Glooper and his eyes bulged. He started to giggle but it grew very quickly into a laugh.
'Haha! Ahahaha!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!... Can you get me a glass of water, please?... HAHAHAHA!!! Hahahahaha!!... HAHA HAHA!!! - ' The laughter stopped abruptly. 'That can't be right, Igor.'
'Really, thur?'
'Yes indeed! Look at our old friend Flask 244a! Can you see it? It's empty!'
'Indeed, thur?'
'Indeed indeed', said Hubert. 'Flask 244a represents the gold in our very own vaults, Igor. And ten tons of gold don't just get up and walk away! Eh? HAHAHAHA!!! Could you get me that glass of water I asked for? Hahaha aha!!... HAHA HAHA!!! - '
A smile played around Cosmo's lips, which was a dangerous playground for anything as innocent as a smile.
'All of them?' he said.
'Well, all the counting house clerks,' said Heretofore. 'They just ran out into the street. Some of them were in tears.'
'A panic in fact,' murmured Cosmo. He looked at the picture of Vetinari opposite his desk and was sure it winked at him.
'Apparently it was some problem with the chief cashier, sir.'
'Mr Bent?'
'Apparently he made a mistake, sir. They said he was muttering to himself and then just ran out of the room. They said that some of the staff had gone back in to search for him.'
'Mavolio Bent made a mistake? I think not,' said Cosmo.
'They say he ran off, sir.'
Cosmo very nearly raised an eyebrow without mechanical aid. It was that close.
'Ran off? Was he carrying any large and heavy bags? They usually do.'
'I believe he wasn't, sir,' said Heretofore.
'That would have been... helpful.'
Cosmo leaned back in his chair, pulled off the black glove for the third time today, and held out his hand at arm's length. The ring did look impressive, especially against the pale blue of his finger.
'Have you ever seen a run on a bank, Drumknott?' he said. 'Have you ever seen the crowds fighting for their money?'