“What you call dis ting?” Pierre demanded as he pulled the battery and case of the radio from his coat pocket.
“That’s a telephone?”
“You talk wid heem, oui?”
“No wires here,” Jack evaded.
The reply seemed to satisfy the man for, without examining it further, he tossed it onto the table and paid no more attention to it.
Pierre’s search was thorough and everything which Jack had in his pockets was taken from him.
“Now you try geet away an’ you geet keeled,” he declared after he finished going through his pockets.
“But what is the meaning of this? Why have you brought me here?”
“Dat our beesiness. You keep mouth shut.”
Just then a faint buzzing sound same from the table.