She was in the midst of this eager search when she awoke.
The impression was left so strongly on her mind that with all her fears she could not resist the desire to make an effort to find what meaning there was in this frightfully real dream.

Her courage came back as her senses assured her that all around her was natural, as when she left it.
She determined to follow the lead of the strange hint her nightmare had given her.
In one of the upper chambers of the old mansion there stood a tall, upright desk of the ancient pattern, with folding doors above and large drawers below.

"That desk is yours, Myrtle," her uncle Malachi had once said to her; "and there is a trick or two about it that it will pay you to study." Many a time Myrtle had puzzled herself about the mystery of the old desk.

All the little drawers, of which there were a considerable number, she had pulled out, and every crevice, as she thought, she had carefully examined.

She determined to make one more trial.