Annie would do as she asked.

    tributed items of cloto bulk out Lyras bed and make it look as if sill to say t it. tened at to make sure no one hrough.

    “Just dont say anyto tching.

    tly back into place and looked around.

    Sal ced in a frameruts. tly translucent, so some lig gleam Lyra could see t or so in ) extending in all directions around  al ducts and pipes, and it o get lost in, but provided s to tal and avoided putting any ation to ther.

    “Its just like back in Jordan, Pan,” siring Room.”

    “If you  done t, none of this would have happened,” he whispered back.

    “ts up to me to undo it, isnt it?”

    S  approximately  off. It o croucen so squeeze under a big square duct or lift ing pipes. tal cops of internal  a comforting solidity belo s y.

    But sory to guide ell ime to time sopped to listen, but it c Lyra, in  of as their common room.

    teresting, so she moved on.

    At last so to ions; and sure enougioning and ing ducts led do one end, and  evenly. So t voices, so s place.

    Sened carefully, and till s to tal co hear as well as she could.

    tlery, or talked. t, including Mrs. Coulters. to be discussing the escaped dasmons.

    “But ion?” said Mrs. Coulters gentle musical voice.

    “A researcudent called McKay,” said one of t tomatic meco prevent t of thing happening—”

    “t work,” she said.

    “it, ter. McKay assures us t  t eleven oday. ter door of course  ered and left by t o be ent