CHAPTER SEVEN: THE ROLLS-ROYCE-2
e burglar ry t door anyly fixed to t of tlig eaco get near it, let alone break in.
Steady footsteps came to t opened again.
ill looked up at t ed even more, and found ingly smoot in t guilty or ashamed.
Sensing Lyra beside ient and angry, ill said quickly, quot;Excuse me, but Lyra t by mistake.quot;
quot;Lyra? I dont know a Lyra. an unusual name. I know a c;
Cursing ting, ill said, quot;Im ;
quot;I see. ter come in.quot;
ood aside. Neite expecting tepped inside uncertainly. t against tained dainty porcelain figures. ill sa standing in ting to be called.
quot;Come into my study,quot; said Sir Che hall.
eous, even to put ill on guard. tudy able in a cigar-smoke-and-leat of o be full of booksures, ing troped cabinets containing antique scientific instruments—brass microscopes, telescopes covered in green leatants, compasses; it er.
quot;Sit do; said Sir Ced a leat at t on. quot;ell? to say?quot;
quot;You stole—quot; began Lyra ly, but ill looked at opped.
quot;Lyra t somet; ;eve come to get it back.quot;
quot;Is t you mean?quot; ook a velvet clotood up. er resting in his palm.
quot;Yes!quot; Lyra burst out, and reac But reacer in a glass-fronted cabinet before locking it and dropping tcoat pocket.
quot;But it isnt yours, Lizzie,quot; ;Or Lyra, if ts your name.quot;
quot;It is mine! Its my aleter!quot;
o for ;I t t t about tter,quot; he said.
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