In a moment more the officer pounced on him. "I've got you at last, Mason!" "Curse you--shoot! Kill me!" yelled the maddened man. "No. I'll reserve your life for a prison cell, so you may repent of your sins at your leisure, and ultimately become a reformed man!" He held the rascal down by main force. The shot brought Mr. Dalton and his daughter from the house, and as they rushed over to the spot, the broker cried joyfully: "So you've got him, eh?" "Yes; got both," replied the detective. "Thank Heaven for that!" "Mason, what's in that package?" "Money. About $30,000," growled the man in surly tones. "Is that the money you stole from Mr. Dalton's office?" "Yes. I may as well own up to it now." "Mr. Dalton, take your property." "I shall," replied the broker, seizing the parcel. Just then Harry came along with Johnson in tow, and the two prisoners were handcuffed together, and were taken to Swamp Angel and locked up. As Mr. Dalton was anxious to get back to New York, the detectives got their three prisoners and accompanied the broker and his daughter north a few days later, and they finally reached the metropolis. Of course everybody was surprised to see the broker appear alive and well, after believing so long he was dead and buried. In due time Roland Mason and his two negro pals were put on trial for their many offenses, and the testimony of the Bradys convicted them. Their sentences were the extreme limit, and they went to Sing Sing. Mr. Dalton soon had his business re-established, and found that after all his losses by Mason's peculations were not very heavy since the time he was supposed to have been found dead. It is safe to say the forged will was destroyed. From that time onward the Bradys had the warmest friends in Lizzie Dalton and her father. But they certainly earned their esteem. They had gone beyond their depth several times while unravelling the great swamp mystery, but success crowned their efforts in the end. Praised for the good work they did by their chief, and lauded to the skies by the press, they became more celebrated than ever. But their work for the Secret Service was not ended with the happy finish of the Dalton case. They were soon busy with a new piece of detective work that taxed all their ingenuity. But we have reserved a history of their exploits while so engaged for another story. THE END. Read "THE BRADYS' HOPELESS CASE; OR, AGAINST PLAIN EVIDENCE," which will be the next number (96) of "Secret Service." * * * * * SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail. HERE'S A NEW ONE! By GUS WILLIAMS, The ever Popular and World Renowned German Comedian.