“No doubt,” I replied; “but my business is to make independent observations, to check the others, if necessary.”  And I proceeded to measure each of the principal bones separately and to compare those of the opposite sides.  The agreement in dimensions and general characteristics of the pairs of bones left little doubt that all were parts of one skeleton, a conclusion that was confirmed by the eburnated patch on the head of the right thigh-bone and the corresponding patch in the socket of the right hip-bone.  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, and what do you make of ’em?” the sergeant asked cheerfully as I shut up my note-book 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.”

“I suppose it is,” he agreed; “but I thought that, with all that measuring and all those notes, you might have arrived at something definite.”  Evidently he was disappointed in me; and I was somewhat disappointed in myself when I contrasted Thorndyke’s elaborate instructions with the meagre result of my investigations.  For what did my discoveries amount to?  And how much was the inquiry advanced by the few entries in my note-book?

The bones were apparently those of a man of fair though not remarkable muscular development; over thirty years of age, but how much older I was unable to say.  His height I judged roughly to be five feet eight inches, but my measurements would furnish data for a more exact estimate by Thorndyke.  Beyond this the bones were quite uncharacteristic.  There were no signs of disease either local or general, no indications of injuries either old or recent, no departures of any kind from the normal or usual; and the dismemberment had been effected with such care that there was not a single scratch on any of the separated surfaces.  Of adipocere (the peculiar waxy or soapy substance that is commonly found in bodies that have slowly decayed in damp situations) there was not a trace; and the only remnant of the soft structures was a faint indication, like a spot of dried glue, of the tendon on the tip of the right elbow.

The sergeant was in the act of replacing the sheet, with the air of a showman who has just given an exhibition, when there came a sharp rapping on the mortuary door.  The officer finished spreading the sheet with official precision, and having ushered me out into the lobby, turned the key and admitted three persons, holding the door open after they had entered for me to go out.  But the appearance of the new-comers inclined me to linger.  One of them was a local constable, evidently in official charge; a second was a labouring man, very muddy and wet, who carried a small sack; while in the third I thought I scented a professional brother.