“You're arresting *Unmentionables*?“
“No uniform. No badge. Carrying weapons. Let's have a bit of law around here, shall we?“ said Vimes. “Snouty, where's that cocoa?“
“We'll get into trouble!“ Knock shouted.
Vimes let Knock wait until he'd lit a cigar. “We're in trouble anyway, Winsborough,' he said, shaking out the match. “It's just a case of deciding what kind we want.“














