Edward Hopper Conference at Night

Edward Hopper Conference at NightEdward Hopper City SunlightEdward Hopper Chair CarEdward Hopper A Woman in the SunUnknown Artist Mary Magdalene at the Tomb
That’s all what?’ said the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, next morning.
The man in front of him shivered with fear.
‘whined. ‘There was just this clicking noise and this sort of flickery glow under the door. And, er, they said the daylight here was wrong.’
‘Wrong? How?’
‘Er. Dunno, sir. just wrong, they said. They ought to go somewhere where it was better, they said. Uh. And they told me to go and get them some food.’
The Patrician yawned. There was something infinitely boring about the antics of alchemists.
‘Indeed,’ he said. Don’t know, lordship,’ he said. ‘They wouldn’t let me in. They made me wait outside the door, lordship.’ He twisted his forgers together nervously. The Patrician’s stare had him pinned. It was a good stare, and one of the things it was good at was making people go on talking when they thought they had finished. Only the Patrician knew how many spies he had in the city. This particular one was a servant in the Alchemists’ Guild. He had once had the misfortune to come up before the Patrician accused of malicious lingering, and had then chosen of his own free will to become a spy‘That’s all, lordship,’ he