ing. There was a trap door in them.
"O-kay," said Angua. "There"s people up there, I can smell
them-"
"I can count fifty-seven hearts beating," said Sally.
Angua gave her a Look. "You know, that"s one particular talent I"d
keep to myself, if I was you," she said.
"Sorry, sergeant."
"It"s not the sort of thing people want to hear," Angua went on. "I
mean, I personally am quite capable of cracking a man"s skull in my
jaws, but I don"t go around telling everyone."
"I shall make a note of it, sergeant," said Sally, with a meekness
that was quite possibly feigned.
"Good. Now ... what do we look like? Swamp monsters?"
"Yes, sergeant. Your hair looks dreadful. Just like a great lump of
green slime."
"Green?"
"I"m afraid so."
"And my emergency dress is back down there somewhere," said
Angua. "It"s past dawn, too. Can you, er, go bats now?"
"In daylight? One hundred and fifty-five disorientated bits of me?
No! But you could get out as a wolf, couldn"t you?"
"I"d kind of prefer not to be a slime monster coming through the
floor, if it"s all the same to you," said Angua.
"Yes, I can see that. It does not pay to advertise." Sally flicked away
a lump of ooze. "Ugh, this stuff is foul."
"So the best we can hope for is that when we make a run for it no
one will recognize us," said Angua, pulling a lump of wobbly green
stuff from her hair. "At least we- Oh, no. .."
"What"s wrong?" said Sally.
"Nobby Nobbs! He"s up there! I can smell him!" She pointed