Joseph Mallord William Turner Portsmouth

right . . . that's it, then, thank you,' said Sergeant Colon, after a while.
'—pro-tect the in-no-cent com-ma—'
'In your own time, Lance-Constable Detritus.'
The sergeant and Constable Cuddy, was a very small, raggedy man, whose beard and hair were so overgrown and matted together that he looked like a ferret peering out of a bush.
'—me brack-et af-ore-said de-it-y brack-et full stop.'
'Oh, no,' he said. 'What're you doing here, Here'n'now? Thank you, Detritus – don't salute - you can sit down now.'
'Mr Carrot brings me in,' said Here'n'now.
'Protective custody, sarge,' said Carrot.
'Again?' Colon unhooked the cell keys from their nail over the desk and tossed cleared his throat and consulted the clipboard again.'Now, Grabber Hoskins has been let out of jail again, so be on the look out, you know what he's like when he's had his celebratory drink, and bloody Coalface the troll beat up four men last night—''—in the caufe of said du-ty com-ma—''Where's Captain Vimes?' demanded Nobby. 'He should be doing this.''Captain Vimes is . . . sorting things out,' said Sergeant Colon. ' 'S'not easy, learning civilianing. Right.' He glanced at his clipboard again, and back to the guardsmen. Men . . . hah.His lips moved as he counted. There, sitting between Nobby