Maxwell hesitated, and Hatchie again pulled the rope till his face was crimson.
"Who forged the will?" repeated Hatchie, slackening the rope.
"I did not," replied Maxwell, as soon as he could regain breath enough to speak.
"Who did?"
"I know not."
Hatchie pulled the rope again.
"Your master—"
"I have no master. Miss Emily is my mistress."
"I have been told his name was De Guy."