Johannes Vermeer The Concert

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belonged to Hammerhock.'
'Doubt it, sir.'
'Me too. Come on. Let's go out through the back door.'
Carrot squeezed through.
'Mind your head, sir.'
Vimes, almost on his knees, stopped and stared at the doorframe.
'Well, corporal,' he said eventually, 'we know it wasn't a troll that did it, don't we? Two reasons. One, a troll couldn't get through this Vimes straightened up carefully.
'I don't like this, Carrot,' he said. 'There's something bad underneath all this.'
Carrot looked down.
'I mean, there are hidden things happening,' said Vimes, patientldoor, it's dwarf sized.''What's the other reason, sir?'Vimes carefully pulled something off a splinter on the low door lintel.'The other reason, Carrot, is that trolls don't have hair.'The couple of strands that had been caught in the grain of the beam were red and long. Someone had left them there inadvertently. Someone tall. Taller than a dwarf, anyway.Vimes peered at them. They looked more like threads than hair. Fine red threads. Oh, well. A clue was a clue.He carefully folded them up in a scrap of paper borrowed from Carrot's notebook, and handed them to the corporal.'Here. Keep this safe.'They crawled out into the night. There was a narrow, plank walkway attached to the walls, and beyond that was the river.