heels? Go on with your work and… ( his eye has lighted on a package which is lying on a chair against the right wall. The box is oblong – roughly in. by in.
by in. – and tied with cord. Sharply ) What is this? ROGER: That came for you this morning, sir.
WESTON: What is it? ROGER ( with the faint beginnings of doubt in his voice ): I don’t know, my lord. A man came with it and said that it was important that you should have it to-day. WESTON: And you didn’t ask what it was!
You fool! ROGER ( humbly ): It didn’t seem to be my business. I never do ask about the contents of your lordship’s…. I showed your lordship the package when it came, and you said to leave it there.
WESTON ( peering with growing uneasiness at the thing ): The man who brought it, what did he look like? Was he small? Dark? ROGER ( who obviously had taken no notice ): I think he was smallish.
But as to dark – his hat was pulled over his face, I think - I think he appeared to have a mole on his chin, but I would not …. It may have been just a – WESTON: A mole? ( his imagination at work ): A mole ! Yes.
Yes. That man had a mole. The man who brushed against me. On the right side of his jaw.
I can see it as if he were standing here. We must get rid of this. At once. ROGER: Do you think it is some infernal machine, sir?
What shall we do with it? WESTON ( indicating the side window ): Open the window and I shall throw it as far into the garden as I can. ROGER: But it may explode, sir, if we throw it. WESTON: What is certain is that it will explode if we do not!
How long has it been lying here? ROGER: It came about nine o’clock, my lord. WESTON ( in an agony