mon tering anxiously on  as rick on t at Jordan College, and stle eps and out of t sunligree boulevard. And as soon as s straigo to ills Oxford.

    Forty minutes later ser; but time srump card quot;You just ask Dr. Malone,quot; sly. quot;ts all you got to do, ask ell you.quot;

    ter turned to elepcyingly as tons and spoke into it. t even give o sit in, like a real Oxford college, just a big er, as if it was a shop.

    quot;All rig; said ter, turning back. quot;S go anyw;

    quot;No, I ,quot; stle girl doing w sold.

    At top of tairs, t as sing , it opened and tly beckoning her in.

    Sered, puzzled. t tory, it ed.

    S;Lyra, they know you came

    to see me yesterday—I dont knoer, but I dont like it s going on?quot;

    quot;o see you?quot;

    quot;I dont kno kno I kne;

    quot;Oo ts easy.quot;

    quot;But w is going on?”

    A side: quot;Dr. Malone? ;

    quot;Yes,quot; Dr. Malone called. quot;I  s;

    to be so anxious, t Lyra, but per used to danger.

    tly, and sried to smile  her eyes remained hard and suspicious.

    quot;; s;Youre Lyra, are you?quot;

    quot;Yeas your name?quot;

    quot;Im Sergeant Clifford. Come along in.quot;

    Lyra t ting as if it  s   a t. S be  ter ed o do, and it  tood doubtfully in the doorway.

    In tall poe eyebrows. Lyra knew w Scwo was a Scholar.

    quot;Come in, Lyra,quot; said Sergeant Clifford again. quot;Its all rigor alters.quot;

    quot;; said t;Iv