Making Money - Terry Pratchett [29]
“She said I was an out-and-out crook!”
“High praise indeed, coming from Topsy,” said Vetinari. He sighed. “Well, I can’t force such a reformed person as you to—” he paused as Drumknott leaned down to whisper in his ear, and then continued, “—well, clearly I can force you, but on this occasion I don’t think I will. Drumknott, take this down, please. ‘I, Moist von Lipwig, wish to make it clear that I have no desire or intention to run or be involved in the running of any bank in Ankh-Morpork, preferring instead to devote my energies to the further improvement of the Post Office and the clacks system.’ Leave a space for Mr. Lipwig’s signature and the date. And then—”
“Look, why is this necessary—” Moist began.
“—continue: ‘I, Havelock Vetinari, etc. confirm that I have indeed discussed the future of the Ankh-Morpork banking system with Mr. Lipwig and fully accept his express wish to continue his fine work at the Post Office, freely and without hindrance or penalty.’ Space for signature, etc. Thank you, Mr. Lipwig.”
“What is all that about?” said Moist, bewildered.
“The Times seems to think I intend to nationalize the Royal Bank,” said Vetinari.
“Nationalize?” said Moist.
“Steal,” Vetinari translated. “I don’t know how these rumors get about.”
“I suppose even tyrants have enemies?” said Moist.
“Well put as usual, Mr. Lipwig,” said Vetinari, giving him a sharp look. “Give him the memorandum to sign, Drumknott.”
Drumknott did so, taking care to retrieve the pencil afterward with a rather smug look. Then Vetinari stood up and brushed off his robe.
“I well recall our interesting conversation about angels, Mr. Lipwig, and I recall telling you that you only get one,” he said, a little stiffly. “Do bear that in mind.”
“IT WOULD APPEAR that the leopard does change his shorts, sir,” mused Drumknott, as the evening mist drifted, waist-high, along the street.
“It would appear so, indeed. But Moist von Lipwig is a man of appearances. I’m sure he believes everything he said, but one must look beyond the surface to the Lipwig beneath, an honest soul with a fine criminal mind.”
“You have said something similar before, sir,” said the secretary, holding open the coach door, “but it seems that honesty has got the better of him.”
Vetinari paused with his foot on the step.
“Indeed, but I take some heart, Drumknott, from the fact that, once again, he has stolen your pencil.”
“In fact he has not, sir, because I was most careful to put it in my pocket!” said Drumknott, in some triumph.
“Yes,” said Vetinari happily, sinking into the creaking leather as Drumknott started to pat himself down with an increasing desperation, “I know.”
THERE WERE GUARDS in the bank at night. They patrolled the corridors in a leisurely way, whistling under their breath, safe in the knowledge the very best locks kept miscreants out and all the ground floor was paved with marble which, in the long, silent watches of the night, rang like a bell at every step. Some dozed, standing upright with their eyes half-open.
But someone ignored the locks of iron, passed through the bars of brass, trod soundlessly on the ringing tiles, moved under the very noses of the slumbering men. Nevertheless, when the figure walked through the big doors to the chairman’s office, two crossbow bolts passed through it and splintered the fine woodwork.
“Well, you can’t blame a body for trying,” said Mrs. Lavish.
I AM NOT CONCERNED WITH YOUR BODY, MRS. TOPSY LAVISH, said Death.
“It’s been quite a while since anyone was,” sighed Topsy.
THIS IS THE RECKONING, MRS. LAVISH. THE FINAL ACCOUNTING.
“Do you always use banking allusions at a time like this?” said Topsy, standing up. Something remained slumped in the chair, but it wasn’t Mrs. Lavish anymore.
I TRY TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE AMBIENCE, MRS. LAVISH.
“The ‘Closing of the Ledger’ would have the right ring, too.”
THANK YOU. I SHALL MAKE A NOTE. AND NOW, YOU MUST COME WITH ME. “I made my will just in time, it seems,” said Topsy, letting her white hair down.
ONE SHOULD ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF ONE’S POSTERITY, MRS. LAVISH.