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Colon?’ but because the modern, go-ahead, intelligent law officer ought to be ?at least? one jump ahead of the contemporary criminal. One day someone was bound to try to steal the Brass Bridge, and then they’d find Sergeant Colon right there waiting for them.
In the meantime, it offered a quiet place out of the wind where he could have a relaxing smoke and probably not see anything that would upset him. He leaned with his elbows on the parapet, wondering vaguely about Life. A minutes there was a disturbance in the scum and debris near the base of one of the pillars of the bridge, where a flight of greasy stairs led down to the water.
A pointy hat appeared.figure stumbled out of the mist. Sergeant Colon recognised the familiar pointy hat of a wizard. ‘Good evening, officer, ‘ its wearer croaked.‘Morning, y’honour.’‘Would you be kind enough to help me up on to the parapet, officer?’ Sergeant Colon hesitated. But the chap was a wizard. A man could get into serious trouble not helping wizards.‘Trying out some new magic, y’honour?’ he said, brightly, helping the skinny but surprisingly heavy body up on to the crumbling stonework. ‘No.’Windle Poons stepped off the bridge. There was a squelch. * Sergeant Colon looked down as the waters of the Ankh closed again, slowly.Those wizards. Always up to something.He watched for a while. After several