BROADBENT. Don't unpack. Just take out the things I've worn; and put in clean things.
HODSON [appearing at the bedroom door] Yes sir. [He turns to go back into the bedroom.
BROADBENT. And look here! [Hodson turns again]. Do you remember where I put my revolver?
HODSON. Revolver, sir? Yes sir. Mr Doyle uses it as a paper-weight, sir, when he's drawing.
BROADBENT. Well, I want it packed. There's a packet of cartridges somewhere, I think. Find it and pack it as well.
HODSON. Yes sir.
BROADBENT. By the way, pack your own traps too. I shall take you with me this time.
HODSON [hesitant]. Is it a dangerous part you're going to, sir? Should I be expected to carry a revolver, sir?
BROADBENT. Perhaps it might be as well. I'm going to Ireland.
HODSON [reassured]. Yes sir.