Do you know where he is?
You had better put yourself right with the authorities as much as possible by being perfectly frank with me.

Where is this Dain ?" Almayer got up and walked towards the balustrade of the verandah.

He seemed not to be thinking of the officer's question.

He looked at the body laying straight and rigid under its white cover on which the sun, declining amongst the clouds to the westward, threw a pale tinge of red.
The lieutenant waited for the answer, taking quick pulls at his half-extinguished cigar.

Behind them Ali moved noiselessly laying the table, ranging solemnly the ill-assorted and shabby crockery, the tin spoons, the forks with broken prongs, and the knives with saw-like blades and loose handles.