Robert. Forgive me--shall I?
(Enter Wilhelm.)
Wilhelm. The Herr Councillor has just come into his office.
Trast. (Aside) Kurt not home!--That's good.
Robert. I'll go in. (He takes his portfolio)
Trast. Good! Wait for me!
Robert. What do you want here?
Trast. Never mind about that. Come here. (Aside to Robert) Before you go, give me your revolver.
Robert. (Startled) You know?
Trast. Anyone could see it inside your coat