Vimes stared at the coffin. And then a strange feeling came creeping over him, as insidiously as the rain trickling down the back of his neck. It wasn't exactly a suspicion. If it stayed in his mind long enough it would be a suspicion, but right now it was only the faint tingle of a hunch.
He had to ask. He'd never stop thinking about it if he didn't at least ask.
So as they were walking away from the grave he said, "Corporal?"
"Yessir?"
"No-one's found the gonne, then?"
"No, sir."
"Someone said you had it last."
"I must have put it down somewhere. You know how busy it all was."
"Yes. Oh, yes. I'm pretty sure I saw you carry most of it out of the Guild..."
"Must have done, sir."
"Yes. Er. I hope you put it somewhere safe, then. Do you, er, do you think you left it somewhere safe?"
"I think I must have done, sir. Don't you? Seeing as no-one has found it. I mean, we'd soon know if anyone'd found it!"