Making Money

The Ankh-Morpork Post Office is running like . . . well not at all like a government office. The mail is delivered promptly; meetings start and end on time; five out of six letters relegated to the Blind Letter Office ultimately wend their way to the correct addresses. Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig former arch-swindler and confidence man has exceeded all expectations—including his own. So it's somewhat disconcerting when Lord Vetinari summons Moist to the palace and asks Tell me Mr. Lipwig would you like to make some real money?Vetinari isn't talking about wages of course. He's referring rather to the Royal Mint of Ankh-Morpork a venerable institution that haas run for centuries on the hereditary employment of the Men of the Sheds and their loyal outworkers who do make money in their spare time. Unfortunately it costs more than a penny to make a penny so the whole process seems somewhat counterintuitive.Next door at the Royal Bank the Glooper an analogy machine has scientifically established that one never has quite as much money at the end of the week as one thinks one should and the bank's chairman one elderly Topsy (née Turvy) Lavish keeps two loaded crossbows at her desk. Oh and the chief clerk is probably a vampire.But before Moist has time to fully consider Vetinari's question fate answers it for him. Now he's not only making money but enemies too; he's got to spring a prisoner from jail break into his own bank vault stop the new manager from licking his face and above all find out where all the gold has gone—otherwise his life in banking while very exciting is going to be really really short. . . .