They came....
In her eyes he saw suddenly something else than vague terror.

He saw recognition.

He felt himself a rushing, heartening comfort; he knew that his Friend had somehow come, that he was no longer alone.
But Mrs.Carter's eyes were staring beyond him, over him, into the black passage.

Her eyes seemed to grow as though the terror in them was pushing them out beyond their lids; her breath, came in sharp, tearing gasps.

The keys with a clang dropped from her hand.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she whispered.