R. Austin Freeman, The Eye of Osiris — XII. A Voyage of Discovery (1911)
“ When I had finished my measurements I went over the entire series of bones in detail, examining each with the closest attention for any of those signs which Thorndyke had indicated, and eliciting nothing but a monotonously reiterated negative. They were distressingly and disappointingly normal."Well, sir, what do you make of 'em?" the sergeant asked cheerfully as I shut up my notebook and straightened my back. "Whose bones are they? Are they Mr. Bellingham's, think ye?""I should be very sorry to say whose bones they are," I replied. "One bone is very much like another, you know." ”
