any good.
You'll be snoring long after we reach Georgia. And when you do arouse
yourselves, you'll find the box gone from this train. This must be a
mighty good disguise, if you failed to recognize Solomon Gloom in
it--really, a very clever disguise."

And he chuckled again, glanced at the gray suit and bicycle cap he
wore, felt of the false beard covering his face and walked into one of
the forward cars where he had a chance to remain until the opportunity
came for him to alight at his destination.

The lightning express train went thundering along over the rails and
the Bradys slept on until mid-day.

When they aroused themselves, the cars had left Charleston.

Their fury knew no bounds, and Old King Brady said, bitterly:

"It must have been Gloom who did that."

"If it were, he was cleverly disguised and must have been the fellow
who sat behind us apparently reading a newspaper," replied Harry.

"Perhaps he's on the train yet."

"If he is, we'll find him."

"All I want is to get my hands on the rascal!"

"Are you ready to search for him?"

"Come ahead," replied Old King Brady, rising to his feet.

They passed slowly through the car, carefully studying each passenger.

There were two more passenger coaches, a smoking car and a baggage car
ahead, and the detectives searched them thoroughly for the undertaker.

But to their disgust he was not found.

They paused on the platform of the baggage car and Harry exclaimed:

"He must have checked the box through on a ticket he bought for
Savannah, and then hid somewhere on this train."

"Which shows what a foxy gentleman we have to contend with," muttered
Old King Brady, grimly. "He feared pursuit."

"No doubt of it."

"Here comes the conductor. We can explain matters to him and open the
box."

They had no trouble to persuade the conductor of the importance of
seeing what the box contained, and they all had a talk with the baggage
master.

He held them off until nightfall.

As the Bradys promised to have him absolved from blame, he finally gave
his permission to them to open the box.

Harry cut the rope that bound it and Old King Brady pried off the lid
with an axe taken from one of the racks.

The conductor held a lantern over the box.

As the lid fell off, they were startled to see the body of a man lying
in the box.

His face was partly averted, as he lay upon his side.

But the detectives saw that he was a man of about fifty, his portly