"I'm referring to the forged cheque," broke in the Captain.
The prisoner started and shot a keen glance at him.
"Forged cheque?" he repeated as if puzzled.
"I am perfectly aware of the part you played in that little affair, so don't risk your neck by trying to prevaricate. As it is, I'm half inclined to hang you here and now, but you shall assuredly swing, my lad, if you utter a single lie."
The ex-valet turned deathly pale, for he realised that the threat was no empty one. He shifted uneasily from one foot to another, glanced furtively round the cabin as if considering the possibilities of escape, and finally let his gaze rest on the Captain.
"What do you want me to say?" he asked sullenly.
"I want you to tell me the truth, and bear in mind that your life depends on it."
"About the cheque?"
"About the cheque."
"He forged it."