The Constable straightened his tunic and squared his shoulders at the 
appearance of this little girl, who looked like a thete but talked like a 
Vicky. Suspicion gave way to benevolence, and he ambled toward them after 
shouting a few imprecations at his dogs, who evidently suffered from advanced 
hearing loss. "Very well," he said. "Who is it that you're looking 
for?"