Piet Mondrian Mill in Sunlight

Piet Mondrian Mill in SunlightPiet Mondrian Avond Evening Red TreeMichael Austin The Black DrapeTalantbek Chekirov Tender Passion
clothes brush would be something.'
They froze as the door creaked open.
Carrot walked in. He didn't notice them in the gloom, but trudged to the table. There was a flare and a reek of sulphur as he lit first a match and then a candle.
He removed his helmet, and then sagged as if he'd finally allowed a weight to drop on his shoulders.
They heard him say: 'It can't be right!'
'What can't?' said Angua.
Carrot 'Shut up!' said Angua.
'What?' said Carrot.
'I found out about the room,' said Angua quickly. 'Someone called—'
'Edward d'Eath?' said Carrot, sitting down on the bed. The ancient springs went groing-groing-grink.
'How did you know that?'spun around.'What're you doing here?''Your uniform got stolen while you were spying in the Assassins' Guild,' Gaspode prompted.'My uniform got stolen,' said Angua, 'while I was in the Assassins' Guild. Spying.' Carrot was still staring at her. 'There was some old bloke who kept muttering all the time,' she went on desperately.'Buggrit? Millennium hand and shrimp?''Yes, that's right—''Foul Ole Ron.' Carrot sighed. 'Probably sold it for a drink. I know where he lives, though. Remind me to go and have a word with him when I've got time.''You don't want to ask her what she was wearing when she was in the Guild,' said Gaspode, who had crept under the bed.