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Address your envelope plainly to ...

FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher,
24 Union Square, New York.

SECRET SERVICE.

OLD AND YOUNG KING BRADY, DETECTIVES.

_Issued Weekly--By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second
Class Matter at the New York, N.Y., Post Office, March 1, 1899.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1900, in the office
of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C., by Frank Tousey, 24
Union Square, New York._

No. 95. NEW YORK, November 16, 1900. Price 5 Cents.

THE BRADYS BEYOND THEIR DEPTH;

OR,

The Great Swamp Mystery.

BY A NEW YORK DETECTIVE.

CHAPTER I.

CAUGHT IN THE ACT.

"Help! Police! Murder!"

It was a dark, rainy night in March when this thrilling cry, in a man's
voice, came from a house in West Thirty-sixth street, New York.

Two detectives were passing along from Seventh avenue, toward Broadway,
when the wild appeal brought them to a sudden pause.

"Hark, Old King Brady!" one of them exclaimed. "Did you hear that cry?"

"Somebody in distress, Harry," replied the tall, gaunt old man, as he
shot a keen glance around. "This is a dangerous neighborhood."

The stylishly-dressed youth of twenty nodded, felt to see if he had a
revolver in his pocket, and pointed at an undertaker's wagon standing
in front of one of a row of houses opposite.

"Queer hour for that fellow to be doing business!" he remarked. "There
isn't a light in any of that row of houses, yet the undertaker must be
in one of them."

"Help! Help!" came the mysterious voice in smothered tones once more.

This time the Secret Service men located the sound.

It came from the house before which the wagon stood.

"By Jove, the undertaker must be making a job for himself!" exclaimed
Old King Brady, pushing his big white hat back, and exposing a
strong-featured, smooth-shaven face, in the light of a street l