Lyras ear.

    “ of our bedroom. hes been spying.

    ter!”

    Lyra felt t t rue, but t it.   professor been saying about to find  no sooner s dress for tapped tly to  . t took no more t ly done t iced. But it left Lyra feeling anxious and exposed.

    Saking place, ening to tions around erested in taste of tails s alloo try, and increasingly fretful. S a anyone cil t  to say:

    “Miss Lyra, tleman by to speak to you.  know.”

    Lyra looked up across tly at , he nodded and beckoned.

    Un more interested now, s across.

    “Good evening, c daemons mailed tered in t from t-glass lamp on the wall nearby.

    “Good evening,” said Lyra.

    “er of Jordan?”

    “Very hank you.”

    “I expect to say goodbye to you.”

    “Yes, they were.”

    “And is Mrs. Coulter keeping you busy?  is seaching you?”

    Because Lyra ronizing question ruts of fancy.

    Instead s Rusakov Particles, and about tion Board.”

    o become focused at once, in t you could focus tern. All tention streamed at her fiercely.

    “Suppose you tell me w you know,” he said.

    “ts in th,” Lyra said. She was feeling reckless now. “Like Dr. Grumman.”

    “Go on.”

    “t togram o  least, not so much.”

    “Did Mrs. Coulter sure like t?”

    Lyra ated, for t lying but somet practiced at it.

    “No,” ser a moment. “I sa one at Jordan College.”

    “ to you?”

    “ really s to me,” Lyra admitted. “I  passing and I sa. And taken by tion