"See!" He pointed to the gaping door, and then turned to the closed one opposite.

"He's in here." His voice sank to a whisper.

"It was from here the noise came." He placed the lamp on the floor, and knocked hesitatingly on the dark panel of the closed door, then again more loudly, but there was no reply.
Far beneath them they could hear the solemn roar of the sea dashing against the cliffs, but there was no sound in the closed chamber.

Its stillness and hush seemed intensified by the clamour of the sea, as though calamity were brooding in the darkness within.
"Robert, Robert!" The high pitch of Mrs.Pendleton's voice shattered the quietude like the startling clang of an unexpected bell.

"Knock again, Thalassa, more loudly, very loudly," she cried, in the shrill accents of tightened nerves.
Thalassa approached the door again, but recoiled swiftly.