He and Sam exchanged a single dumb glance; then the eyes of both swung fearfully to Margaret.
Her appearance was one of sprightly content, and, from a certain point of view, nothing could have been more alarming.

If she had opened her closet door without discovering Verman, that must have been because Verman was dead and Margaret had failed to notice the body.

(Such were the thoughts of Penrod and Sam.) But she might not have opened the closet door.

And whether she had or not, Verman must still be there, alive or dead, for if he had escaped he would have gone home, and their ears would not be ringing with the sinister and melancholy cry that now came from the distance, "Oo-o-oh, Ver-er-ma-an!" Verman, in his seclusion, did not hear that appeal from his brother; there were too many walls between them.

But he was becoming impatient for release, though, all in all, he had not found the confinement intolerable or even very irksome.