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Turning from the century-dead Coya with an inarticulate cry of rage, Dick seized Orellana by the throat as if he would have strangled the poor madman, who had started work on the wrong tomb. And he, thrice accursed fool that he was, had followed the madman's lead, made a mistake when every minute might mean Maria-Teresa's life!
And now, which was it? The tomb on the right or that on the left? Or neither?
Loosing the old man, he controlled himself again by a superhuman effort and looked round the temple. No, there could be no mistake this time. It must be the one on the right. He looked for the angle from their hiding-place to the altar. Yes, this was the one!
The pick thundered on another slab, while Orellana, a raving maniac now, danced and gibbered behind him, grunting with every blow as if he himself had delivered it.
At last the stone turned.… It moved … slid into their arms … fell to the ground.
"Maria-Teresa! It is I, Dick! For God's sake, speak!"
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