‘The jurisdiction of a good man extends to the end of the world.’
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse.
Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on holiday in the pleasant and innocent countryside, but a body in the wardrobe would be far too simple. Instead he finds many, many bodies – and an ancient crime more terrible than murder.
He is out of his jurisdiction, out of his depth, out of bacon sandwiches and out of his mind, but never out of guile. Where there is a crime there must be a punishment.
They say that in the end all sins are forgiven. Vimes is about to uncover the exception.