The old detective held up the will. "In the first place," said he, forcibly, "the provisions of this instrument are entirely unnatural. Who ever heard of a kind, indulgent father disinheriting his only child for not marrying a man whom we all know he formerly refused to accept as a son-in-law? Who would believe Oliver Dalton criminal enough to leave his tenderly-nurtured daughter an absolute beggar, dependent upon the cold charity of the world? What has this girl done to forfeit her birthright? What has this man done that Dalton should leave his daughter penniless, for his sake?" "It does look rather queer," assented the lawyer. "Queer? Why, it's utterly ridiculous!" cried Old King Brady, in tones of supreme contempt. "It's beyond reason. Only an insane father would be guilty of such a deed. Moreover, I have my doubts about the signature attached to this paper. It looks similar to Mr. Dalton's signature which I have appended to a letter now in my pocket. But there are certain formations in the letters that lead me to suppose this signature on the will is a rank forgery. I'm going to prove that idea by giving the will and some of Mr. Dalton's signatures to a handwriting expert. He will magnify them and throw the image of the enlarged signatures on a screen by means of a magic-lantern. Any one can then tell at a glance if this signature is a forgery or not." "You'll do nothing of the kind!" yelled Mason, furiously. "Won't I? You'll see, sir. I shall." "That will shall be filed for probate with the surrogate." "So it shall," grimly answered Old King Brady. "So it shall. And this lawyer will contest it on behalf of Miss Dalton, and baffle your design to rob her. And if it is proven that the will is a forgery, you can rest assured that I'll arrest you for the crooked work the moment I get my hands on you!" Mason gave a hollow, mocking laugh. "Fool!" he hissed. "I don't fear you." "But you shall----" "Bah! Shut up! You make me sick!" And snapping his fingers at the old detective, Mason rushed from the room, put on his hat and left the house. When he was gone, Harry hastened after him. Left alone with the girl and the lawyer, Old King Brady held a conference with them and settled upon a plan of legal action. In the meantime Mason had gone downtown, with Young King Brady carefully shadowing him at a safe distance. He entered Mr. Dalton's office and remained there until long after all the clerks had gone home. Harry remained outside the building on the watch for him, and at about seven o'clock saw him emerge. He dropped a letter in a lamp-post letter-box and rapidly strode across town and entered a liquor saloon. Young King Brady divested himself of his disguise in a hallway. While waiting for his man to emerge from the saloon, the boy made a bundle of the disguise and wrapped it in a newspaper. Half an hour passed by.