Burlington was still trying to get on his feet, as Sergeant Vimes entered the interrogation room, carrying a cup of tea and a small object.
"Sit down, Burlington!", he said in a calm but steady voice.
Burlington gave him a contemptous look and muttered some inaudible phrases but complied to the order.
"Now.. can you explain what's all this fuss about? What was in the box? How is it connected to Carlyle's murder?"
The Molly still looked taken along from his recent attack and gave no response. Vimes took a sip of his tea.
"Alright.. Maybe this will help you to remember.."
Vimes put the object he had brought in on the table. It was the artifact found at the site of crime.
"We found this thing next to the body and another one in your ship.. What do you know about them?"
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
<blockquote>Then the bird said, "Nevermore."</blockquote>
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