“Is it ready for use?”
“Yaw, I dink so.”
“Fetch it into the surgery.”
“So. I bed me your friend Yack is by the surgery, too, ain’d it?”
“Yes, he’s there, all right.”
“Und you vants der battery? You blay some shokes upon dot dead mans, ain’d it?”
“Never mind about that. Just do as I tell you,” and Charlie closed the door.
In a couple of minutes Meyer Dinkelspeil, Dr. Fox’s boy of all work in the shop, came in with the box containing the battery.
“Put it down here, Meyer,” said Jack. “You connect the wire, Charlie, while I turn the battery. Put the handles in the hands of the corpse.”
“They are rigid.”