Father MacPhail was not alone: Fra Pavel, the alethiometrist, was cheap louis vuitton handbags busy with his books, and another figure stood nervously by the window. This was Dr. Cooper, the experimental theologian from Bolvangar. They both looked up.
     "Well done, Brother Louis," said the President. "Bring it here, sit down, show me, show me. Well done!"
     Fra Pavel moved some of his books, and the young priest laid the gold chain on the table. The others bent louis vuitton outlet over to look as Father MacPhail fiddled with the catch. Dr. Cooper offered him a pocketknife, and then there was a soft click.
     "Ah!" sighed the President.
     Lord Roke climbed to the top of the desk so that he could see. In the naphtha lamplight there was a gleam of dark gold: it was a lock of hair, and the President was twisting it louis vuitton outlet between his fingers, turning it this way and that.
     "Are we certain this is the child's?" he said.
     "I am certain," came the weary voice of Fra Pavel.
     "And is there enough of it, Dr. Cooper?"
     The pale-faced man bent low and took the lock from Father MacPhail's fingers. He held it up to the light.
     "Oh yes," he said. "One single hair would he enough. This chanel bags sale is ample."
     "I'm very pleased to hear it," said the President. "Now, Brother Louis, you must return the locket to the good lady's neck."
     The priest sagged faintly: he had hoped his task was over. The President placed the curl of Lyra's hair in an envelope and shut the locket, looking up and around as he did so, and Lord Roke had to drop chanel bags out of sight.
     "Father President," said Brother Louis, "I shall of course do as you command, hut may I know why you need the child's hair?"
     "No, Brother Louis, because it would disturb you. Leave these matters to us. Off you go."
     The young man took the locket and left, smothering his resentment. Lord Roke thought of going back with him and waking Mrs. Coulter chanel bags just as he was trying to replace the chain, in order to see what she'd do; but it was more important to find out what these people were up to.
     As the door closed, the Gallivespian went back into the shadows and listened.
     "How did you know where she had it?" said the scientist.