Deeds, mortgages, bills, letters, accounts, were arranged in every open and shut division.

The drawers contained nothing else, and the little locked cupboard in the centre, the key of which was found upon the bunch, also enshrined nothing but a few very particular documents.
'These papers could not have made the bureau so heavy,' said Howel, biting his nails.

'There must be secret drawers.' He pulled out the drawers and papers, and threw them on his bed.

He tried to move the bureau, and found it almost as heavy as ever.
'I am thinking, Howel, bach, that cupboard don't go through to the back of the bureau,' suggested Mrs Jenkins.
Howel seized the poker and aimed a blow at the cupboard; the mahogany did not give way, but they fancied they heard a chinking sound within.
'I am thinking,' said the mother, 'that it must be a double bureau.

It is looking so much broader than it do seem.' Howel examined it, and began to think so, too; he took some carpenter's tools down from the shelf, and set to work to try to pierce the back of the bureau with a gimlet, in order to see if the gimlet would appear on the other side.
He worked the implement through a portion of the wood, and then found its course stopped by some still harder matter.