As soon as Lyra ter he held.

        " to speak to Mr. Perkins."

        ";

        "Its in e ;

        "Just a moment, please..."

        A minute    by, and t;o?"

        "illiam Parry. Excuse me for calling. Its about my fato my mot."

        "Yes..."

        "ell, I    to know w;

        ";

        "t to kno ;

        "Yes ... ;

        ill t carefully.

        "No," ;But s in very good    tell me very muc to kno;

        "Yes, I see.    ;

        "No, Im ... Im in Oxford."

        "On your o;

        "Yes."

        "And your mot ;

        "No."

        "Is sal or somet;

        "Somet. Look,    you tell me or not?"

        "ell, I    tell you somet not muc rig do it over t in five minutes.    you find your o my office at about    t;

        "No," ill said. It oo risky; t    ed by t quickly and    on. "Ive got to catotting    to miss it. But    to knoell me over t you? All I    to knoell me t, t you?"

        "Its not quite as simple as t. I t really give out private information about a t unless Im sure t    me to. And Id need some proof of w;

        "Yes, I uand, but    you just tell me w;

        "ell ... t    be fidential. Unfortunately, I t tell you any kno;

        "?"

        "trust.    instrus to pay it until old me to stop. 1     day to t it boils doo is t s ion."

        "Vanis... lost?"

        "Its a matter of public record, actually. Look, o t;

        "I t. Im going to Notting;

        "ell, e to me, et your moto e, and Ill let you kno you must uand, I t do very muc;

        "Yes, I suppose so. All rig    you tell me w;

        "As I say, its a matter of public record. tories at time. You know ;

        "My motold me some t;

        "ell, ion, and it just disappeared. About ten years ago. Maybe more."

        ";

        "t up in t you—"

        But at t point ills money ran out, and    one purred in    the phone down and looked around.

        ed above all o speak to o stop himself from dialing Mrs.

        Coopers number, because if    o go back to     bot card.

        y, and e: "DEAR MUM, I AM SAFE AND ELL, AND I ILL SEE YOU AGAIN SOON. I . I LOVE YOU. lLL." t and bougamp and o e before dropping it in the mailbox.

        It , wrians. o realize    was a weekday, when a child of his age should have been in school. here could he go?

        It didnt take o    it;    of the background.

        So no of o a stationery s a ballpoint, a pad of paper, and a clipboard. S sent groups of pupils off to do a s, and if o be on a project like t    look as if    a loose end.

        tending to be making notes, a he public library.

        * * * Meano sult ter. Iingly different, c familiarity rig to t outla tle g every sides mean at t er.

        But . Joes, o plant fire particular o tte Street—tials SP t Simon Parslow c!

        Someone in tials must ood ly the same.

        t be a Simon Parslohis world.

        Perhere was a Lyra.

        A calaimon s. Series enoug imagining more.

        t numbers of people s of every building; people of every sort, artars meekly folloly dressed and    tle black cases. S t first, because ts, or worse.

        But (traures moved about co cede t    t them as ills was.

        After    for an aking t    a bar of ce y-pound        uand , per an apple from t, side a grand building, a real Oxford-looking building t did in    all, t     of place. S on tside to eat, and regarded the building approvingly.

        S it uffed animals and fossil skeletons and cases of minerals, just like ted er in    t iron-and-glass rao anot of t ed, s ter ill t urgent t in tic clot like ing rops of magid tools and    only from tic, as s from every part e. tly t tied traces on t sledge pletely    ogram sers, t Lyra and sold o Bolvangar. Look! t rope ted in precisely t, and s intimately, ied up in t very sledge for several agonizing    eries? as ter all, s time dreaming of others?

        And t made er again. In an old glass case ed    t, some on top. ter wo.

        t said in spidery ing on a card, repanning. t all times, because t: till in it, and its edges    .

        t artars did. And anislaus Grumman o o took out ter.

        Sral skull and asked:    sort of person did to, and w?

        As sood trating in ty lig filtered ted do t notice t sched.

        A poifully tailored linen suit and , stood on the iron railing.

        ly back from anned, barely e or so ed tongue peeped out at tly. t pocket ed s so ric ts.

        ces.    beloill by tg in all of idy er, her bare legs.

        t-pocket airs.

        Lyra, absorbed, raer,        to let to er, in t sometimes ion Lyra    asked, added t t around trepanned skulls the arrowhead.

        in t mean? Lyra came out of ter and drifted baoment to find o t case , hink who.

        aring at h a smile.

        "Youre looking at trepanned skulls?" ; strao t;

        "Mm," s;Dyou knoill do t?" "Yea; she said.

        ". Actually, youre far too young to remember s more effective taking drugs."

        Lyra    ter in    a tion, and noion h her.

        ainly smelled nice. he case.

        "Makes you    it? No aio disiant, probably done oools.

        t ougnt t te a lot. s your name?" "Lizzie," sably.

        "Lizzie. o sc;

        S sure o ans;No," she said.

        "Just visiting? ell, youve co look at.    are you specially ied in?"

        S for a long time. On tly dressed, but on talaimon, inside ,    tention and begging o be careful, because oo; and from some t refa. S th.

        " am I ied in?" s;Os of t ied in just no t dos ;

        "No, I    enjoy it myself, but I promise you it does ake you to meet someone ;    sempted.

        But t came t little dark tongue point, as quick as a snakes, flick-moisten, and she shook her head.

        "I got to go," s;t I better not. Any to go noing someone. My friend," s;aying ;

        "Yes, of course," ;ell, it alking to you. Bye-bye, Lizzie."

        "Bye," she said.

        "O in case, ; ;Just in case you    to kno t;

        "t; s it in ttle pocket on t c.

        Once sside turned in to t and ots, and found a quiet spot under some trees and tried ter again.

        time s Dust. t    directed o a certain room in tall square buildiraigly, t Lyra er o say: so sense no it o ko tell her more.

        And it did no said     yourself ask is to    your mind to t.

        Sartled. ill    of no so ook h away.

        But ter still    finisc lie to the Scholar.

        S around ter and t it into t of sigood and looked around for t off to, feeling a.

        ill found tly prepared to believe t    and imes index for t doo look to Joion ion.

        Eace roll of mi. urn into tor, scrolled to find tories, atention. t story told of ture of an expedition to tion itute of Arc Oxford Uy, and it o survey an area is. It he Royal Marines, a professional explorer.

        tory ed six er. It said briefly t tion ic Survey Station at Noatak in Alaska.

        ted ter t. It said t to signals from tation, and t John Parry and his panions were presumed missing.

        ticles follo one, describing ties t    out fruitlessly to look for ts over tion of titute of Arcervieives....

        ture of her. holding a baby. him.

        ter ten a standard tearful-ing-in-anguisory, ual facts. t Jo to specialize in anizing geograpific expeditions, and t was all.

        tion in t up from the mi reader baffled.

        t be some more information someoo long searc, raced....

        ;Do you knoitute of Arc;

        "I could find out....    sc;

        "St. Peters," said ill.

        "ts not in Oxford, is it?"

        "No, its in    of residential field trip. Kind of enviroal study researc;

        "O    you ed? ... Arc;

        ill copied do o admit    kno. It    far away.    off.

        I of tairs, er be.

        "; he said.

        t Pan, in , enjoying it.

        "I got a message for someone on t; she said.

        ";

        "Dr. Lister," she said.

        "Dr. Listers on t somet    ;

        "Yea t no for it. Its not a tually, its someto tell ;

        cy Lyra could and o; and finally    back to his neer.

        ter didnt tell Lyra peoples names, of course. Ser off a pigeonend you knoo let you in. In some ter than he did.

        On to ay lecture o a smaller room    a blackboard.

        t and bare and plain in a    beloo poverty, not to t ted, and ters ly. It    ane.

        Ser old . t said DARK MAttER RESEARd u someone OR: LAZARUS.

        Lyra made not. S;e in."

        It    piles of papers and books, and teboards on tions. tacked to t looked Ced anbaric macood in silence.

        For , Lyra tle surprised to find t t    ter    said a man, and trange er all. tting at an e displayed figures and s of     on grimy little blocks in an ivory tray. tapped one, and the s became blank.

        "; she said.

        Lyra s t ter old ried    to do ruth.

        "Lyra Silvertongue," s;s your name?"

        te ties, Lyra supposed, pertle older than Mrs.

        Coulter,    black e coat open reen s and trousers so many people his world.

        At Lyras question t;ell, youre ted ts oday. Im Dr. Mary Malone.    do you ?"

        "I    you to tell me about Dust," said Lyra, o make sure they were alone.

        "I kno it. I    prove it. You got to tell me."

        "Dust?    are you talking about?"

        "You mig call it t. Its elementary particles. In my    Rusakov Particles, but normally t Dust. t s t of spad fix on people. Not cly on gro today—I    museum doartars make, and t more Dust around t    got t sort of . ;

        t her wide-eyed.

        "t kno five t; she said.

        "A it e t label. t skull y-t;

        Sopped t to faint. t ely; s one o    wche arm of her chair, and her jaw dropped.

        Lyra stood, stubborn and puzzled, ing for o recover.

        "; t last.

        "Lyra Silver—"

        "No, w are you? ;

        earily Lyra sigten    Sc    to tell truto uand.

        "I e from anot; s;And in t , and ts w;

        "ait, , . You e from w;

        "From some;Not ;

        "O; t;I see. ell, I t;

        "And I got to find out about Dust," Lyra explained. "Because t, tened of Dust because ts inal sin. So its very important. And my fat; sely, and stamped . "ts not    to say. Im doing it all ;

        Dr. Malone looked at Lyras desperate fro t;Dear me, c;

        Siredness.

        "ening to you?" s on. "I must be crazy. t is, t t, and t to close us doalking about, your Dust, sounds like sometigating for a    turn, because... o too mucoo tired. I    to listen to you, believe me, but not noo close us do a o put togeto ttee, but    a ;

        She yawned widely.

        "    ued t oday?" Lyra said.

        "Oo back our funding application . I dont suppose it    ued, any;

        She yawned again.

        "Im going to make some coffee," s;If I dont, Ill fall asleep. Youll oo?"

        Sric kettle, and    coffee into tared at ttern on the door.

        "s t?" she said.

        "Its C t is? Do t in your ;

        Lyra looked at ic. S;t are different, ts all. I dont kno my    too."
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