It seemed to Durell that there was the smell of someone here in his room that had not been there before, a compound of sweat that reflected fish and rice in the diet, and of a sticky sweet smoke, not unlike opium. When Durell moved into the big room, silently pacing the shining tiles, moving with a lithe ease for his size, he found nothing behind the drapery of in th wardrobe closet or in the huge bathroom area. The connecting door was locked, the key at the same angle he had left it.

1966.