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They were getting closer to the graveyard now, and they moved more and more cautiously, not willing to risk even another whisper. With the night as black as pitch, Steve did not expect to see a thing, but when he and Linda dropped to their knees and crawled between the wall and the lilacs, he was beginning to count on hearing plenty . . .

Then, in the silence, a stone rolled noisily and crashed to the ground. Linda sprang to her feet in horror. Two men were pounding for the wall, the torch they carried whipping a beam of light across Steve’s face. Linda heard Robert’s snarl of triumph as he ran. Steve’s arm, caught in the crevice where the rock had slipped, was giving the man the opportunity he wanted. “Run, Linda,” he panted . . .