Mrs. Soher began to dust a secretaire, talking all the while to her niece.
She sat down at the secretaire, and glanced over the page of figures.
secretaire, you see, and abstruse set of solid mahogany pigeon-holes, one for every letter of the alphabet.
And he tapped the veneered top of the secretaire with his forefinger.
Then she pulled out a bunch of keys from her pocket, and tried them, one after the other, on the lock of the secretaire.
She had closed and locked the secretaire and she handed the man the key.
He replaced the papers which had been deranged, and he closed the secretaire.
I replied, "I know nothing about it, except that it was in your secretaire."
It was apparent, therefore, that the secretaire had been set on fire from below.
Don Camillo Monforte was searching among the papers of a secretaire.