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Jean-Luc! Keep your heavy hand off the work fro weed-strewn fields This is great work going on here"

Without another word, the professor turned and started from the tomb

Brent looked at Jean-Luc "I have to open this toht," he said quietly

"Yes, yes, of course We have done the work The professor will take everything; we are nothing to him but muscle He is like a slave driver But e do? If we rob the toovernment will be called in"

"No, no, pay attention to me," Brent said impatiently "We will open it carefully, and reseal it"

"And rob it first, of course"

"No"

"But--"

"There will be a trinket, so the tomb"

"Then"

"There will be a reward for you, and Dubois will never know All right? Help me with the last of the dirt

Quickly"

The dirt was easy to shift, but the sarcophagus was covered by a huge stone slab

"We will never shift this," Jean-Luc e fra, sweat i out on his brow The American set to the task with him The stone shifted and Brent shouted that theyto the floor and breaking The stone settled They could see the coffin itself

It was black Crosses abounded over and around it Brent i the on the coffin Look, how odd, I cannot make it out completely, but the words speak of the devil while the coffin is covered in signs of the Lord! Sacrebleu!

How very strange!"

Brent had picked up a crowbar

"I don’t think it ork It appears as if the coffin has somehow been sealed with so"

"I will open it"

Brent shoved the crowbar against the coffin The creaking sound it gave out caused even such a man as Jean-Luc to feel a prickle of fear at his nape The silence that followed the creaking was deep and complete

So deep, in fact, that they were both startled to hear a sounda furtive, rustling sound, co from the exit to the vault One of the portable lamps suddenly burned to an end; in the wall sconce at their side, there was a popping sound, and the area went dark And still, they could hear so from the exit to the vault

"It’s the woet rid of her Touch nothing, nothing, do you hear one, Jean-Luc, on pain of death I mean it"

"Of course! Never I swear that I will not," Jean-Luc said, and crossed himself But as he watched the American silently disappear into shadows that seemed to close around him, he felt the birth of resentment in his soul The Aht Good, sane concept But the American wanted the finest riches in the coffin to be for hile" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>