Making Money (Discworld 36)

On signal, some more of Harry King's men came up behind him, carrying large chests between them. 'Most of it's gold and silver, Mr Lipwig,' said Harry. 'But I know you got lots of bright young men who can count it all up for you.'

'This is very kind of you, Mr King,' said Moist, 'but at any minute the auditors are going to come back and the bank is going to be in big, big trouble. Please! I can't accept your money.'

Harry leaned closer to Moist, enveloping him in cigar smoke and a hint of decayed cabbage. 'I know you're up to something,' he whispered, tapping the side of his nose. 'The bastards are out to get you, I can see that! I know a winner when I sees one, and I know you've got something up your sleeves, eh?'

'Just my arms, Mr King, just my arms,' said Moist.

'And long may you keep them,' said Harry, slapping him on the back.

The men filed past Moist and deposited their cases on the floor.

'I don't need a receipt,' said Harry. 'You know me, Mr Lipwig. You know you can trust me, just like I know I can trust you.'

Moist shut his eyes, just for a moment. To think that he had worried about ending the day hanging.

'Your money is safe with me, Mr King,' he said.

'I know,' said Harry King. 'And when you've won the day, I'll send young Wallace along and he'll have a little chat with your monkey about how much interest I'm gonna get paid on this little lot, all right? Fair's fair?'

'It certainly is, Mr King.'

'Right,' said Harry. 'Now I'm off to buy some land.'

There was some uncertain murmuring from the crowd, as he departed. The new deposit had thrown them. It had thrown Moist, too. People were wondering what Harry King knew. So did Moist. It was a terrible thing to have someone like Harry believing in you.

Now the crowd had evolved a spokesman, who said: 'Look, what's going on? Has the gold gone or not?'

'I don't know,' said Moist. 'I haven't had a look today.'

'You say that as if it doesn't matter,' said Sacharissa.

'Well, as I have explained,' Moist said, 'the city is still here. The bank is still here. I am still here.' He cast a glance towards Harry King's broad, retreating back. 'For the moment. So it doesn't look as if we need the gold cluttering up the place, do we?'

Cosmo Lavish appeared in the doorway behind Moist. 'So, Mr Lipwig, it would appear that you are a trickster to the end.'

'I beg your pardon?' said Moist.

Other members of the ad hoc audit committee were pushing their way out, looking satisfied. They had, after all, been woken up very early in the morning and those who are awakened very early in the morning expect to kill before breakfast.

'Have you finished already?' said Moist.

'Surely you must know why we were brought here,' said one of the bankers. 'You know very well that last night the City Watch found no gold in your vaults. We can confirm this unhappy state of affairs.'

'Oh well, you know how it is with money,' said Moist. 'You think you are broke and there it was all the time in your other trousers.'

'No, Mr Lipwig, the joke is on you,' said Cosmo. 'The bank is a sham.' He raised his voice. 'I would advise all the investors you have misled to take their money back while they can!'

'No! Squad, to me!' Commander Vimes pushed his way through the bewildered bankers at the same time as half a dozen troll officers pounded up the steps and ended up shoulder to shoulder in front of the double doors.

'Are you a bloody fool, sir?' said Vimes, nose to nose with Cosmo. 'That sounded to me like incitement to riot! This bank is closed until further notice!'

'I am a director of the bank, commander,' said Cosmo. 'You cannot keep me out.'

'Watch me,' said Vimes. 'I suggest you direct your complaint to his lordship. Sergeant Detritus!'

'Yessir!'

'Nobody goes in there without a chitty signed by me. And Mr Lipwig, you will not leave the city, understood?'