Daniel Ridgway Knight Waiting

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oot izh oot on i ed. Ang et ogg a ire-erk. I or ing un ah-ay a-ong Or-oh-Erns Eet.'
Holofernes Street, Vimes translated. Whoever it was would be well away by now.
'Ee ad a ick,' Cornice volunteered. A ire-erk htick.'
A what?'
'Ire-erk. Oo oh? Ang! Ock! Arks! Ockekts! Ang!'
'Oh, murder solved by the careful discovery of a vital footprint or a cigarette end, a hundred failed to be resolved because the wind blew some leaves the wrong way or it didn't rain the night before. So many crimes are solved by a happy accident – by the random stopping of a car, by an overheard remark, by someone of the right nationality happening to be within five miles of the scene of the crime without an alibi . . .
Even Vimes knew about the power of chance.fireworks.''Egg. Aks ot I ed.'A firework stick? Like . . . like a rocket stick?''Oh, ih-ee-ot! A htick, oo oint, ik koes ANG!''You point it and it goes bang?''Egg!'Vimes scratched his head. Sounded like a wizard's staff. But they didn't go bang.'Well . . . thanks,' he said. 'You've been . . . eh-ee elkfhull.'He turned back towards the stairs.Someone had tried to kill him.And the Patrician had warned him against investigating the theft from the Assassins' Guild. Theft, he said.Up until then, Vimes hadn't even been certain there had been a theft.And then, of course, there are the laws of chance. They play a far greater role in police procedure than narrative causality would like to admit. For every