“I never thought of that,” replied Charlie, in a startled tone. “I’ll test him right away, though I guess he’s dead, all right. Father would do that before he used the knife on him.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to apply a stethoscope over his heart. Then I’ll try the eye test.”
“Better get the battery and try that. If it doesn’t produce results I’ll believe this man is as dead as a door-nail.”
Charlie stepped to the door leading to the boxlike room at the rear of the place.
“Meyer,” he called.
A short, round-faced German boy answered the hail.
“Vell, Sharlie, vot is der trouble mit you?”
“You know where our galvanic battery is, don’t you?”
“I ped you,” grinned the boy.