The door was locked.

The dentist put one enormous hand on the knob and pushed the door in, snapping the wood-work, tearing off the lock.
Nobody--the room was dark and empty.

Never mind, Marcus would have to come home some time that night.

McTeague would go down and wait for him in his "Parlors." He was bound to hear him as he came up the stairs.
As McTeague reached his room he stumbled over, in the darkness, a big packing-box that stood in the hallway just outside his door.

Puzzled, he stepped over it, and lighting the gas in his room, dragged it inside and examined it.
It was addressed to him.