"Oh, he's been dead several years. His name was Evan D. Russell."
"Where was the will kept?"
"Hidden. No one but papa knows where."
The Bradys questioned her closely for a while longer.
While this was going on, Young King Brady had been holding the negro by the arm. But they became so interested in what Lizzie was saying that neither one paid much attention to him.
Sim soon observed this.
Filled with a desire to escape, he suddenly wrenched his arm free.
Quick as a flash he seized a chair, swung it around and knocked Harry down.
Old King Brady heard his partner's warning cry and turned around, but ere he could do anything the chair crushed down upon his head and he fell upon his back in the middle of the floor.
The delighted negro rushed to the open window and leaped out.