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don't have to,' said Angua.
'It's no trouble—'
The door opened.
Angua's nostrils flared. There was a smell . . .
A beggar looked Carrot up and down. His mouth dropped open.
'It's Cumbling Michael, Michael, 'we give in. How did you know?'
'How did we know wh—' Carrot began, but Angua nudged him.
'Someone's been killed here,' she said.
'Who's she?' said Cumbling Michael.
'Lance-Constable Angua is a man of the Watch,' said Carrot.
'Har, har,' said Gaspode.isn't it?' said Carrot, in his cheery way.The door slammed.'Well, that wasn't very friendly,' said Carrot.'Stinks, don't it?' said a nasty little voice from somewhere behind Angua. While she was in no mood to acknowledge Gaspode, she found herself nodding. Although the beggars were an entire cocktail of odours the second biggest one was fear, and the biggest of all was blood. The scent of it made her want to scream.There was a babble of voices behind the door, and it swung open again.This time there was a whole crowd of beggars there. They were all staring at Carrot.All right, yer honour,' said the one hailed as Cumbling