"We shall be on hand to go with you." With this understanding they separated. The Bradys went home and disguised themselves. Both were expert at such work, and quickly made such a wonderful change in their outward appearance that they could safely defy recognition. Harry was made up as a stylish young woman, and Old King Brady, in a black wig and beard, looked like a minister. The lawyer did not know them when they returned to his office, and laughed heartily when he found out who they were. "I never saw such skillful disguising done before," he exclaimed, admiringly, "and I can assure you that Mason will not know who you are." They proceeded to Mr. Dalton's house and were introduced to Lizzie and the broker's nephew as two witnesses to the reading of the will. Neither Mason nor the girl knew the detectives. When all were seated and the lawyer had made a few remarks about his business, he opened the seals on the will and read it aloud. By this paper the old broker left a fortune amounting to half a million, most of which was invested in stocks, bonds and mortgages. But it was a peculiar will. After speaking of the high regard in which he held Ronald Mason, the broker went on to say that he earnestly desired his daughter to marry the young man. If she did so she was to receive half the fortune. If she failed to do so, every cent was to go to Mason. The brokerage business was left to him to do with it as he pleased. When the lawyer ceased reading, Lizzie Dalton was as pale as death. Rising to her feet she bitterly denounced the terms of the will, and said: "I don't believe my father ever wrote such a will. He always was opposed to Mason marrying me. So was I. And what is more, if I forfeit every dollar coming to me, I'll never marry that man!" She pointed at Mason. His clean-shaven face was convulsed with anger. "So!" he sneered. "That's your answer, is it?" "Yes!" she cried, hotly. "I hate you, Ronald Mason, and you know it." "Oh, you'll regret your hasty decision." "Never! Never!" "Then if you reject the terms of that will you are entitled to nothing, and therefore you can clear out of here. This house and everything is mine. I am the master here now. You get out!" "Hold on, there! I've got something to say about this," said Old King Brady, as he flung off his disguise and seized the disputed will. CHAPTER IX. FLIGHT OF THE GUILTY MAN. When Ronald Mason saw that the supposed minister was his enemy, Old King Brady, a tigerish expression leaped to his eyes. He recoiled a few steps and gasped, hoarsely: "What! You here?" "You can see for yourself!" replied the detective. "What is the meaning of this trickery?" "I denounce this will as a forgery!" thundered Old King Brady. For an instant there was a deep, oppressive silence in the room. The detective's words startled every one and the lawyer finally asked: "Upon what ground do you make that remarkable statement, Mr. Brady?"