Flies crawled about the table and hovered in a black swarm round the lamp.

The room smelt of palm oil and river mud.

The white man was young, but his face was haggard and he looked worn.

His rather long hair was wet and his duck jacket was dirty.
It was obvious that he did not bother about his clothes.
"Good of you to look me up! I expect you know I'm Montgomery; the house is Montgomery and Raeburn," he said.

"However, to begin with, you had better have a drink.