Lyra found the registrar’s officer still waiting for the last receiving name.
“Cairn’s attendant,” she said, indicating the passage. “Guesthouse service landing. The correspondence isn’t in custody.”
He looked toward the empty observer chair, then sent the local signal to the guesthouse desk.
“Identified records only. Assist preservation. Formal exits are ours.”
He gave her the certified description and moved toward the public door.
The hearing passage had filled with people trying to reach different doors. Lyra kept the certified description folded to its visible mark and asked the nearest attendant which service stair actually reached the landing.
He pointed left. A decorative door on the right led only to a cupboard, despite its superior appearance.
She took the plain stair two steps at a time until she heard someone coming up. Then she flattened against the wall and let the worker pass with his box.
