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THEVOICEOFTHELIVING
Mr。Cliffordwasawakeagainnow。”Wherehaveyoubeen？”heaskedquerulouslyinathinvoice。”Iwantedyou。”Thenasthelightfromthecandleshoneuponit，henotedthechangethathadcomeoverherpaleface，andadded:”Whathashappened？IsMeyerdead？Arewefree？”
Benitashookherhead。”Hewasaliveafewhoursago，forIcouldhearhimravingandshoutingoutsidethewallwebuilt。But，father，ithasallcomebacktome；IbelievethatIhavefoundit。””Whathascomeback？Whathaveyoufound？Areyoumad，too，likeJacob？””WhatsomethingtoldmewhenIwasinthetrancewhichafterwardsI
forgot，butnowremember。AndIhavefoundthepassagewhichleadstowheretheyhidthegold。Itbeginsbehindthecrucifix，wherenooneeverthoughtoflooking。”