Character: Samuel Vimes

- Evidence could be everywhere, sir.

It was pointless to argue with her even if you think you've won, it turns out, actually you are misinformed. It's some kind of magic, completely inaccessible to men.

With alcohol everything is much easier: you will, you will help. But I have not heard of a single society, at a meeting which I could come, stand up and loudly declare: "hi, my name is Sam and I'm a total moron as I suspect all around!"

- When you find someone who stirred up this mess, sternly said but the first of the allegations will be formulated in the following way: "Forced of commander Vimes to pour a whole bottle of good whiskey on the carpet." For this should be hanged.

The the Samuel Vimes dreamed about clues.
To the evidence, he had a sarcastic attitude. He instinctively didn't trust them. They were always in the way and obstructed the investigation.
And he didn't trust people, who, leaving the passer-by a single look, confidently said to his assistant: "Alas, my dear sir, I can't say anything special, except that this man is a left - handed bricklayer, a few years sailed on merchant ships, and recently he started to have difficult times." Followed by intricate fabrications about calluses, manner and condition of the shoes, while in fact, everything could be interpreted quite differently. For example, the man could wear clothes shabbier, because at the moment the home built with his own hands (the very proud) brick barbecue, and the tattoo had once in his youth when he was drunk and seventeen. And rocked him except on wet pavement. Judge for yourself, what arrogance! What an insult to the rich variety of human experience!
As was the case with more substantial evidence. Footprints in the flowerbed IN the REAL WORLD could leave with ordinary window cleaner. And a terrible cry in the night can emit the person who rose the dark night of bed and stepped on lying next to the hair brush.
The real world is too real to condescend to subtle hints. It happens too many events. Eliminating the impossible until the truth, however improbable it may be, you will not reach. We must act somewhat differently, namely: to take turns to eliminate all possible. Patiently ask questions and carefully study. Go and talk with everyone, and somewhere deep down I hope that the offender will not withstand the nerves, and he'll give himself away.

- I want you back at the headquarters and engaged in current Affairs.
- But what, sir?
- All! Deal with incidents. To shift from place to place of paper. You need to prepare a new schedule. To yell at people! Reading the reports!

His lordship is a little out of it Vimes, and then grabbed Colon arm and dragged him into the room. - I think he's been poisoned, Fred, here's the thing.
Colon changed color.
- Oh, gods! I run for the doctor?
- Are you crazy? We don't want to die!

On top seems to be thinning. Seem to discern leather. Yes, definitely. Well, less work for combs, on the one hand, but more face to wash the other.

"That's really stupid, indignant, cynical, but much reduced part of his "I". - It is fake, Lipa, something made in Ankh-Morpork to order and have cost the lives of several people. This Cake is not real! She can't be real!"
But when he heard the universal sigh, Vimes realized, and yet it's real - for all those who need to believe and whose faith was so strong that did the truth is different from fact. For all of the dwarves gathered here yesterday, today, and tomorrow the Cake was the thing itself and the thing in itself.

- You're a Duke, commander of the city watch and...
- The duty of the Board...
- Yes, Sam, and this is the greatest honor which could only honor you the king of the dwarves. Vimes, the Duty on the Board! The one who clears the written word. The man who destroys what was before. That's what you are, Sam. If you die, the government office of the whole world will tremble... and, unfortunately, Sam, they will not fear from death of a maid.

Oh gods, thought he, going up the stairs - it is not like the old service normal patrol... Then don't you think for a second - just ran through the whole city. It means that we need you chasing after criminals run...
And by the way, none of these beskudnikov never caught up, he added to himself with a certain mixture of pride and shame.

- Samuel Vimes! You're drunk!
- Not yet! But all is not lost!

Actually at the moment a large part of him was slowly vanishing into the best whiskey Jemcina of Piomas.

Honest people begin to bow down and cower just because someone's grandfather was a bloodthirsty bastard than their ancestor.