His cupidity had been flattered by the unpaid service of a capable assistant, but now he saw that he was paying the devil a wage.
His vanity was overwhelmed by a satanic ridicule.

His religion and his God had been assaulted in so shameful a way that no punishment could be great enough for the man of hell.

In religion he was a fanatic; he was a demented fanatic now.
He thrust the paper into his pocket, then crept out into the hall and to the door of Charley's bedroom.

He put his ear to the door.

After a moment he softly raised the latch, and opened the door and listened again.