His key jarred in the lock, but he forced it shrieking round, and with a savage flourish threw the door open.
I walked in and saw a mean, bare chamber with barred windows.

The floor was indifferently clean, there was no furniture.

The yellow light of the lanthorn falling on the stained walls gave the place the look of a dungeon.

I turned to the two men.

'This is not a very good room,' I said.