‘We are talking about spying, commander. Sabotage, even,’ said Lord Rust. ‘To be frank … the city is to be placed under martial law.’ ‘Yessir? What kind of law’s that, sir?’ said Vimes, staring straight ahead. ‘You know very well, Vimes.’ ‘Is it the kind where you shout “Stop!” before you fire, sir, or the other kind?’
