Arch-swindler Moist Van Lipwig never believed his confidence crimes were hanging offenses--until he found himself with a noose tightly around his neck, dropping through a trapdoor, and falling into--a government job? By all rights, Moist should have met his maker. Instead, it's Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, who promptly offers him a job as Postmaster. Since his only other option is a nonliving one, Moist accepts the position--and the...