He glanced up at the line of candles whirring overhead, but jerked his head back before Angua could move.
'Works hard, does it?'
'Hah!' But Carry didn't look like a man enjoying a joke. He looked like a man in private torment. 'I've laid off everyone except the girls in the packing department, and they're on three shifts and overtime! I've got four men out looking for tallow, two negotiating for wicks and three trying to buy more storage space!'
'Then get it to stop making candles,' said Carrot.
'It goes off into the streets when we run out of tallow! You want it walking around looking for something to do? Hey, you two stay together!' Carry added urgently, waving the crossbow, 'Look, all you have to do is change the words in its head,' said Carrot.
'It won't let me! Don't you think I've tried?'
'It can't not let you,' said Carrot. 'Golems have to let - '
'I said it won't let me!'
'What about the poisoned candles?' said Carrot.
'That wasn't my idea!'
'Whose idea was it?'
Carry's crossbow swung back and forth. He licked his lips. 'This has all gone far too far,' he said. 'I'm getting out.'
'Whose idea, Mr Carry?'
'I'm not going to end up in some alley somewhere with as much blood as a banana!'
'Now then, we wouldn't do anything like that,' said Carrot.
Mr Carry was exporting terror. Angua could smell it streaming off him. He might pull the trigger out of sheer panic.
There was another smell, too. 'Who's the vampire?' she said.
For a moment she thought the man would fire the crossbow. 'I never said anything about him!'
'You've got garlic in your pocket,' said Angua. 'And the place reeks of vampire.'
'He said we could get the golem to do anything,' Carry mumbled.
'Like making poisoned candles?' said Carrot.
'Yes, but he said it'd just keep Vetinari out of the way,' said Carry. He seemed to be getting a tenuous grip on himself. 'And he's not dead, 'cos I'd have heard,' he said. 'I shouldn't think making him ill is a crime, so you can't - '
'The candles killed two other people,' said Carrot.
Carry started to panic again. 'Who?'
'An old lady and a baby in Cockbill Street.'
'Were they important?' said Carry.
Carrot nodded to himself. 'I was almost feeling sorry for you,' he said. 'Right up to that point. You're a lucky man, Mr Carry.'
'You think so?'
'Oh, yes. We got to you before Commander Vimes did. Now, just put down the crossbow and we can talk about - '
There was a noise. Or, rather, the sudden cessation of a noise that had been so pervasive that it had no longer been consciously heard.