She answered with a laugh, but led the way across the narrow front
entry into the parlor. The pleasant noise of a crackling fire sounded
within, and as he entered the room he saw that the fireplace was filled
with a ruddy blaze. Then he rushed forward with a cry. There on the top
of the blazing logs were the unmistakable remains of the desk, eaten
through and through by tongues of red flame. He seized the tongs, and
dragged the burning mass to the hearth, but even as he did so he saw
that he was too late.
"It is kind of you to want to save my old desk, Maurice," jeered his
companion; "but I had the misfortune to put the poker through the
bottom of it before I called you, so that I'm afraid it really isn't
worth saving."
He saw that the wood had indeed been punched through and through, and
that it was reduced almost to a cinder. It was easy to see that the
bottom had been double, and burned flakes of paper were visible among
the remains; whether of the will or not it was obviously impossible now
to discover. He looked at the burned bits of board falling into ashes
and cinders at his feet, realizing that here was an end to all his
dreams of regaining his aunt's fortune; that with this dream ended,
too, his visions of being in a position to offer Berenice--His wrath
blazed up in an uncontrollable force.
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