When you reach the open air,
Will looked up at the face of this man who had so much that he wanted even more, and found him disconcertingly smooth and calm and powerful, not in the least guilty or ashamed.
Dr. Malone's shoulders slumped. Dr. Payne was watching the old man with cautious curiosity.
And Will looked from them to Lyra's rucksack and back again, and he didn't hear a word they said.
"Twenty! Let him go, let him go!"
"I'm sorry," said Dr. Malone. "Yes, maybe they have."
"Shouldn't you be at school today?"