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worse than clowns and faces. I hear Cruces is really upset. He's got Assassins looking for the boy all over the city.'
'Oh. Well. I'd hate to be in Edward's shoes when they find him.'
'I'd hate to be in his shoes now. And I know where they are, you see. They're on his poor feet. And they're dead.'
'The Assassins 'But there's no clues! There's just some man with a gonne! Somewhere in the city! Anywhere! And I'm bred!'
The springs went glink again as Carrot stood up and staggered over to the chair and table. He sat down, pulled a piece of paper towards him, inspected a pencil, sharpened it on his sword and, after a moment's thought, began to write.
Angua watched him in silence. Carrot had a short-sleeved leather vest under his mail. There have found him, then?''No. Someone else did. And then Cuddy and Detritus did. If I'm any judge, he's been dead for several days. You see? That can't be right! But I rubbed the Beano make-up off and took off the red nose, and it was definitely him. And the wig's the right kind of red hair. He must have gone straight to Hammerhock.''But . . . someone shot at Detritus. And killed the beggar girl.''Yes.'Angua sat down beside him.And it couldn't have been Edward . . .''Hah!' Carrot undid his breastplate and pulled off his mail shirt.'So we're looking for someone else. A third man.'