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making shadow pictures, Detritus.'
'Oook.'
'What him say?'-
'He said "Do Deformed Rabbit, it's my favourite",' Carrot translated.
Rats rustled in the darkness. Cuddy peered around. He kept imagining figures, back there, sighting along some kind of pipe . . .. 'Carrying a human's corpse through the streets right now would not be a good idea, I thought. Especially this one.'
'I thought some of that, too,' Detritus volunteered.
'Right enough,' said Carrot. 'Well done, men. I think we'd better . . . leave it for now, and come back with a sack later on. And . . . don't tell anyone else.'There were a disturbing few moments when he lost sight of the tracks on the wet stone, but he picked them up again near a mould-hung wall. And then, there was the particular pipe. He'd made a scratch on the stones.'It's not far along,' he said, handing Carrot the torch.Carrot disappeared.They heard his footsteps in the mud, and then a whistle of surprise, and then silence for a while.Carrot reappeared.'My word,' he said. 'You two know who this is?''It looks like—' Cuddy began.'It looks like trouble,' said Carrot.'You see why we didn't bring it back up?' said Cuddy