“I went to your bureau.”
“The bottom drawer.”
“The bottom drawer. There was nothing but a lot of little boxes and—”
“Oh, I know what you did! You went to the secret drawer.”
“Isn’t that the bottom one?”
“Why, yes, in a way—of course it is; but it doesn’t exactly count—it’s not one of the regular drawers—it hasn’t any knobs, or anything—”
“But it’s a perfectly good drawer.”
“Yes. But nobody is supposed to know it’s there; it looks like a molding—”
“But I know it’s there.”
“Yes, of course.”